Chapter 45: A Conspiracy of Ravens, Part 8, Pesto and Spaghetti

And with that, his hand pushes in and up, and through my mouthful of food, I suppress a squeal as fingers plunge deep, rubbing at my g-spot.

All but disabled by the earthquake in my flesh, I judder against the penetrating, delicious, invading, electric fingers, struggling to swallow long strands of spaghetti.

“That’s it. Enjoy your food, but I want you good and expectant for later when I get my cock inside you.”

It’s not going to take too long. My already swollen pussy is unfurling as he speaks. The fingers probing inside me are sending electric shocks pinging through to my clit. My hips quake and jerk and he smiles edge-ways at me.

He leans in close to me again, working my inner muscles all the while “You’re still not coming yet. But this is your last appetiser. You get the main course soon.”

And with that, he pulls free, wiping his hand on the immaculate white linen napkin.