Justin's POV
I smirked, dragging my fingers over the soaked fabric again, pressing harder this time, watching her body tremble beneath me.
"Come on, June," I murmured, my voice low, rough. "If you want it, say it."
Her lips parted, a whimper slipping out, but she hesitated. So, I pressed down harder, rubbing slow, torturous circles over her clit.
"Say it," I commanded, my grip tightening around her wrists, keeping her pinned beneath me.
She gasped, her body arching, legs shaking. "Please," she finally breathed, voice breaking. "Justin, please—"
That was all I needed.
I yanked her panties to the side, wasting no time slipping two fingers inside her, groaning at how fucking wet she was for me.
"Fuck, June," I growled against her throat, my fingers moving rough, fast, curling deep inside her. "So damn tight."
