Chapter 73

—Ellie—

He sat up stiffly. “Straddle me with your ass facing me.”

“What?”

“Do it,” he ordered.

I didn’t question him, could barely think straight from the throbbing between my legs. I pushed up and climbed over Tristan, careful not to ram my knees into his ribs. My palms rested beside his knees as I knelt over him, my ass pushing out.

Tristan lifted up my dress until I was exposed and my core tightened in anticipation. “Fuck,” hr murmured, causing me to shiver again.

I gasped when he pushed two fingers into me, my back arching at the delicious sensation of my walls gripping him. He let out a low groan, and I almost came hearing it. I could see the proof of his own need straining against his sweatpants.

“The sight of your pussy taking my fingers is the fucking best.” I whimpered in response and began to meet his thrusts, needing his fingers deeper, faster, harder. “Yes, Querido, take them,” he rasped. More wetness pooled between my legs.

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