Another moan rips past her lips.
“Did you moan for him like that too?” I bark.
She shakes her head, tears springing from the corners of her eyes.
“And when you fucked him… when you rode his cock like you did mine last night, did you come again and again on it? Did you fucking milk it dry for him with this perfect little cunt of yours?”
She squeals as I stuff a third finger inside her, forcing her to stretch around it. It pushes more of her cum from her and I descend on it like an addict, sucking it up with a curse.
“Tell me,” I grit.
“N-no,” she pants. “No, he didn’t. And no, I never.”
I could stop. She’s hanging on by a thread. I can see in her eyes that she’s ready to collapse. But that would be too easy.
And she didn’t come to me because she wanted easy.
She came to me because she wanted to be fucked so good she’d forget.
“Feel better now?” I ask, lulling her into a false sense of security as I momentarily ease the intensity on her clit.
Her chest shudders with deep inhales of air.
“Yes,” she moans.
That’s when I ramp it back up, tonguing her clit and fucking her hard with my fingers.
“What? Oh my God!”
Her back arches off the workbench and I suck her clit hard.
She comes again with a sob.
“That’s it.” I keep fucking her through it, relishing each tightening of her cunt around my hand. “Good girl. Give it to me. One more.”
Her hand tightens in my hair as her orgasm flows on, wringing her dry. She doesn’t squirt this time, but wetness still flows from her like a burst dam. I lap up each wave as her beautiful face morphs from a look of ecstasy, to one of contentment, and finally complete peace.
And with her peace comes a tiny fraction for myself.
And fuck do I need that little slice.
14
JUDE
Warm,deft fingers massage up and down my thighs, bringing me back to my senses gently. I’ve no idea how long he’s been stroking me like this, only that I could lie here all night and enjoy it.
Letting out a satiated sigh that matches the bliss washing over my body, I ease up on my elbows and look at him.
He’s standing again. His dark hair is mussed up, and his chin shines with dampness. His sinful lips that just turned me inside out with pleasure have settled into a deep scowl.
For a guy who said he liked doing what he just did, he sure doesn’t look happy about it. If anything, he looks like he hates me more than before we started.
I bolt upright, dropping my feet off the bench and bringing my legs together, the move causing his hands to fall away from their position on my thighs. Cool air hits the exposed skin where his warm fingers caressed it.
“You decided?” he says gruffly.
“Decided what?”
