"Sir…. Alex! Stop! I'm going to... it's too much!" she babbled wildly, her thighs clamping tightly around my head, trying to pull me deeper even as she begged me to stop.
I slid two fingers inside her wet entrance, slicking them with her own juices. She was incredibly tight, her internal muscles spasming and milking my digits the moment I entered her. I curled my fingers upward, gently stretching her, mimicking the rhythm of my tongue.
"You're so wet for me, Emma," I praised against her dripping folds.
"Please," she begged, looking down at me with glazed, desperate golden eyes. Her chest heaved, her heart pounding frantically against her ribs. "I'm ready. I don't want your fingers anymore. I want you."
I pulled back from her dripping center and knelt between her pale, trembling thighs.
