Wicked chance - Chapter 8

She started to whimper and softly mewl as her pleasure climbed higher than she'd ever experienced before. Her free hand found its way to her bouncing breast, kneading it then plucking and twisting her nipple, causing bolts of sweet electric agony that shot straight down to the molten core between her thighs.

"Oh, fucking hell," she murmured through gritted teeth. "That feels...fuckin' good." Jasmine's fingers moved faster, hitting her g-spot with every thrust while still rolling and pinching her nipple.

Her whimpers of pleasure grew louder and more desperate, her hips bucking frantically as her orgasm approached. Suddenly, her back arched off the bed, and she cried out as waves of pure ecstasy crashed over her body. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, and the walls rippled with each shuddering pulse as she came harder than she ever had in her life.

Her orgasm rolled through her like a freight train, leaving her sweaty, breathless, and trembling as she slowly released her grip on her heaving breast. Her fingers slid slowly out of her slick pussy, a wet, lewd sound filling the room as they slipped free. She lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of her incredible climax. But as she gathered her wits and caught her breath, Jasmine couldn't ignore the growing ache that still pulsed between her legs.