Chapter 157 First Triumph

One of his hands trailed down over the gentle swell of her belly, stopping between her thighs. She was open for him—already stretched and wet from straddling him. When he dipped a calloused finger into her heat, her body welcomed it eagerly, as if trying to pull him in deeper. Her moan echoed softly through the room, blending with the sound of their ragged breaths. Stefano growled low in his throat—a primal, guttural sound—as her pussy clenched around his moving fingers, refusing to let them go. Every deliberate, teasing stroke made her hips jerk against his lap. The couch creaked beneath them with each shift of her body, her legs trembling as she clung to him.