KEIRA’s POV

Clint laid on top of me on his bed, penetrating the sleek wetness of my pussy with his fingers. "It wants you," I whispered into his ear.

He chuckled, removing his fingers, only to place them on my waist and skate them along my curves. "You can't get enough of me, can you?"

"Hardly. You are like a drug," I smiled blissfully up at him.

Clint pushed himself up and rubbed his shaft against my pussy, already painfully hard. My pussy was glistening and swollen for him, ready for ...