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I run a finger along her inner thigh.

She bites her lip.

I do it again.

"You are a monster."

"You have no idea," I say, slipping a finger into her.

She lets out a cry, but stills her hips.

"Very good," I murmur.

I slide another finger inside her.

She whimpers.

Then I start moving, thrusting slowly.

She cries out.

"Oh," she gasps. "Oh, God."

Her head falls back.

"Stay with me, cara."

She lifts her head.

I thrust deeper.

Her hands tighten on her thighs.

"Do you know what it does to me, seeing you like this?" I ask, pumping my fingers. "So eager to please. So desperate."

"Mario," she gasps.

"Yes, cara?"

"Please, I need to move."

"I'm not convinced."

"I will be good," she says. "So good. Just... let me."

"Let you what?"

"Fuck your fingers," she blurts.

Heat and arousal course through me.

"That's what you want? To fuck my fingers?"

"Yes."

"Ask me properly."

"Please, let me fuck your fingers."

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