Fingering Her Wet Pussy

Declan

Last night...

Ice clinked against crystal as I tilted my glass, sprawled across the leather sofa in my study. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling panes, the city skyline glittered, yet my thoughts remained stubbornly anchored on Avery. That plush mouth. The heady fragrance clinging to her skin. The slight shiver that ran through her whenever my hands made contact.

"Fuck." I knocked back the rest