Finish It

“Ryker,” I hiss.

He hums, moving his finger in a slow circle. Nerves run through me, a sour pain passing through my chest. “I need you to relax, baby girl.”

I swallow, trying so hard to rein in my nerves. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can, love. Touch yourself.”

With my lips trembling, my legs shaking, I bring my hand to my clit, slowly rubbing it.

“That’s it, so perfect.” He thrusts his finger in deeper a