Sliding one hand down her pleated skirt and up her silky thigh, I expect to find cotton underwear, something that acts as some kind of barrier, helping me to backtrack from what I'm about to do.
I should have known better because what my fingers feel is a whole new temptation.
Satin.
Smooth, hot, and wet. She's been doing such a good job using my covered dick as her own personal toy that she's soaked her silk panties.
Fucking soaked.
Christ, I'm not going to survive this.
Using one finger to pull aside her panties, I allow myself to slide my index finger along the smooth lips of her pussy, gathering her wetness and using it to rub her clit around and around.
Fuck, I can smell her. Her need and her want. I'm doing this to her, and it gives me a sense of power I've never felt before.
"Yes, East. God yes."
This is for her. It's all for her.
V keeps grinding up against my cock while I rub even circles around her clit, watching her breathing grow shallow, her chest rising and falling with every intake and exhalation of air. Her eyes fluttering closed as her lashes caress her cheeks.
Her mouth, her fucking mouth—with swollen lips from my fucking kisses—parts just enough for me to imagine my dick sliding inside and coming right down her throat.
"Fuck!" My dick hurts in all the best ways.
"Yes!" That one word breathing out from between her lips is like a fucking detonator.
"Don't stop, East, please don't…" As V accelerates her movements over the hard length of my cock, she chants out my name over and over again until I can feel the tingling in my lower stomach that tells me I'm about to fucking lose it.
But I resist. I'm no thirteen-year-old watching porn for the first time, I can control myself.
That is until she grabs my hand and pushes two of my fingers and one of hers inside her pussy, fucking our joint hands like she's about to lose her ever loving mind.
Which is exactly what I do when I feel her walls constrict around my fingers and her juices coating my skin.
I gasp as my hips instinctively thrust up like I'm fucking her, my fingers doing the job my dick would much rather be doing.
As her moans turn into a cry of ecstasy, I feel my own wetness coat my dick.
So much for control.
It would seem that when it comes to Octavia fucking Royal, I have none.