Page 78 of With Spite

I wanted more of both. But I couldn’t have one without taking away the other.

I shifted back, and his finger slipped deeper inside of me.

Jesus Christ.

My hand, which was trapped between us, shifted and came into contact with the large bulge between his legs.

Dear Sweet Baby Jesus, he was large.

I hadn’t seen him yet, but based on how he felt alone, he was going to be bigger than anything I’d ever experienced before.

Though that wouldn’t be too hard.

I’d had all of two sexual encounters, and neither one of them went further than heavy petting.

I’d gotten off with a man several times. Even had a semi-serious boyfriend.

But all of those times, when we’d tried to get to the final act, my asthma would let itself be known, and we’d have to stop.

Honestly, that was probably why they always cheated on me, because I couldn’t give them what they wanted in the bedroom department.

My pussy clenched on the barest inch of his finger.

I breathed out a shaky breath, proud of myself for keeping my reactions under control.

Then he shifted, pressing nearly his entire lower half against me, and his finger slid another inch deeper.

I shuddered at the feel of his hard cock pressing against me in a deeper way, paired with his finger inside of me.

I was seconds away from coming.

This was beyond ridiculous.

“Oh God,” I whispered almost silently.

I looked down the length of Hux’s back and glared at the underwear I could see covering a quite supple ass.

His tattoos extended from his arms up the length of his neck and down his back, almost in one huge piece.

Flowers, vibrant and beautiful. Paired with a suit of armor covering one shoulder and down one shoulder blade.

Hux shifted again, and I felt like something smooth and hot was now pressed against my clit.

Was his cock out of his underwear?

He hadn’t reached down and moved it, that I knew for sure.

Maybe he was just that big that he couldn’t be contained?

I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to question the will of God.

I shifted my hips up, unable to stop myself.

He groaned, low and rumbly.

His finger at my ass pressed in, and I wondered if he would breach there, too.

His face moved to nuzzle at my neck, and I closed my eyes as I started to drown in sensation.