Begging While His Fingers Fuck Her

Bria's pov

The word tore out of me before I could stop it. Please. I heard myself yield, the one thing I had sworn I would never do, and it was aimed straight at the man I was supposed to hate. I was begging him to fuck me. Nothing holding me back. No control left in it at all.

I should have cared. I didn't. Not now. All I wanted was the release his fingers had promised, the kind that would blow