I wait.
Her lips curl into a scowl and she glances at my crotch.
“That’s right, I’m hard as steel right now at the thought of getting my head between your thighs. So, you going to ask nicely, or not?” I say calmly.
Her eyes snap to my face, widening as I make a show of putting my hand over my jeans and giving my dick a squeeze.
“Real fucking hard.” I groan. “That’s how much I like the idea of making you come apart on my face until you’re dripping down my chin.”
Her cheeks pinken and my gut churns with white-hot anger at the flash of shame that passes through her eyes.
That asshole really did make her think she’s got something that would turn guys off. The urge to wring his neck has me flexing my fingers around her thighs so I don’t punch a fist through the wall. I’ve always hated seeing women upset. My sister… My mom.
I swallow around the burning in my throat, urging the sudden rush of blood in my ears to fuck off.
Memory Lane isn’t an old buddy of mine that I like to visit. It’s more like a nightmare that I’ve never woken up from.
“Woody?” Her soft voice brings me out of my head.
She’s blinking at me, a hint of concern edging her eyes as she gazes at me. I stare back, cold and unyielding, destroying any touch of empathy from her before it can develop.
Her gaze hardens and she tips her chin up at me. “What are you waiting for? I said please.”
The final word is delivered with a smug little smile, like she thinks that doing exactly as I wanted her to do still somehow has her in the driving seat.
She can think what she likes. I have a mission to complete.
I reach to one side, grabbing my smallest chisel, the one I use for intricate details. I sharpened it this morning, so when I stretch the drenched fabric of Jude’s panties out above her clit, it snags them, allowing me to rip right through them without pause.
“What are you doing?” Jude looks at me like I’m mad.
“Eating your goddamn cunt the way I see fit. This time, maybe I should be the one telling you not to talk.”
She stares at me like I’m the devil.Uptight little thief.
I brace my hands on the workbench either side of her and she shivers like she’s equal parts excited and terrified about me touching her.
“Feet up,” I instruct.
I wait for the argument. But she does as I say, leaning back on her elbows and shuffling back a little so she can lift each high-heeled foot up onto my bench.
I curse as she places them one by one on the outside of my hands, parting her thighs wide so I can see exactly what’s about to be mine.
I grunt in approval. “You’ve got a beautiful body, Jude. I’m going to enjoy every second of this.”
Her eyes widen a fraction, the only tell that she’s quaking about this. And once again, I want to murder her ex by wrenching his beating heart out of his chest.
Women are to be adored and cherished. Because they’re delicate. Not weak. Just… something to protect. Because once they’re gone, that’s it. You never get them back.
I lower my head, looking up at her from beneath my brows.
Then I spit on her clit.
She jumps from the table like a scared little rabbit, so I slam one hand around her inner thigh and hold her spread open for me, using my thumb to gather up the sliding trail of my saliva that’s running down toward her puckered asshole.
“Really going to fucking enjoy this,” I murmur, more to myself as I kneel on the floor.
I’m head height with her cunt, the perfect position to press my mouth to her and swipe my tongue all the way over her from ass to clit. I pause briefly to push my saliva inside her cunt with my tongue so she can feel it there.
