Pleasure in His Hands

Sasha Sparrow lay on the table, her skin warm from the oil. Vince worked his hands lower. His fingers slipped between her cheeks and pressed in. She opened for him without a word. He slid a second finger inside her ass, slow but sure, and she answered with a low breath. Her small breasts rose and fell against the towel. He turned her over, brought her mouth to him. She took him in until her lips met her hand, working him wet and ready. When he eased his cock into her ass she gasped, but she held him there. Every thrust went deeper. Her voice caught, then came back clearer—more, she said, don’t stop. He gave her exactly that, steady and hard, until she begged for every inch he had left.