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Maybe the thickness of his fingers was the reason he let me get carried away so easily by all that. I felt like I was being penetrated. Maybe it was because I had gotten so used to the affection and delicacy of women "being that I was never passive" and now I was experiencing the brutality of a man's rigidity. So I would be totally involved in each of his touches, totally willing to undo myself before his mouth reached mine in one more kiss.

And the world shattered when Colton hit his fingers harder into me, and my hips tried to move to want more of him, and I was feeling my chest crack with that intoxicating and addictive feeling of the climax. Colton raised his hand to hold my face, my smell impregnated in his fingers, and the wet and sticky touch on my face making the horniness even bigger. I was having a hard time moving quickly since the accident, but I managed to get rid of his touch, and change our positions in the blink of an eye.

Colton watched me with pure lust in his eyes w