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Really fucking bleak.

Yanking the sheet off, he spread her thighs wide and looked down at her. What a pretty picture she made, all rosy lips and wet, glistening skin. He ran a finger over her slit, playing with her as he watched her writhe beneath him.

She moaned and dug her nails into his shoulders. “Gordon.”

“Hm?” He thrust a finger inside of her, rubbing up against her G-spot, and then withdrew. “Did you need something, Princess?”

She rocked her hips against his mouth. “You. Please.”

He watched her through his lowered lids, loving the way she begged for his touch with every writhe, thrash, and whimper she made. “You need your punishment first.”

“For what?” Her pink tongue darted out, leaving a wet trail behind on her lips. “What did I do?”

“You kissed him.” His grip tightened on her thighs. “And you thought I used you.”

“I’ll make it up to you,” she said, her bright green eyes latched on him. Sitting up, she grabbed his waistband and looked up at him. “May I, please?”

Clenching his jaw, he nodded once. Since he’d already undone his zipper, she easily tugged them down. He curled his hands into balls. This was going to be torture—the best kind. His pants hit the ground, and she massaged him through his boxer briefs. Her fingers closed around him, and she jerked, making his balls and his muscles tighten.

“Jesus, Belle.”

“Don’t worry.” She tugged his underwear down, watching him through those dark brown lashes of hers. “I won’t be mean.”

Closing his fist in her hair, he urged her close. Her hot breath washed over his dick, and he shuddered. “Damn right you won’t. Now fuck me with that sweet little mouth of yours.”

Without another word, she obeyed.

Her mouth closed around him, and she sucked him in deep, hollowing her cheeks out. Groaning, he pumped his hips a little, testing her out. She took more of him in, her eyes drifting shut. The sight of her mouth around his cock was fucking amazing, and he needed to be inside of her. Now.

Even though the urgency to be buried deep inside her was strong, he remained still, letting her work him over. She let out a little moan and cupped his balls, her feather light touch making him grow way too close to coming. “Enough.”

She pulled back right away, flicking her tongue over him one last time. “You taste so good,” she said, licking her lips. “I want more.”

Dear God, this woman was going to be the death of him.

“Not now.” He closed his fist over his cock, squeezing. Her eyes flared wide. “Ass up, Princess. It’s my turn.”

She rolled over and braced her hands on the table. “Yes, sir.”

“Legs apart.”

She spread her legs. He slapped her lightly, then spun her around and fell to his knees in front of her. Reaching out, he parted her lips, and flicked his tongue over the entrance of her pussy.

Tensing, she cried out beneath him. “May I come?”

“Hm.” He thought about it. “Yes.”

“O-Okay.”

“But first…” He slapped her ass again, watching the red mark spread over her pale, smooth skin. “You have to beg me, Princess. Once you beg, you can come.”

She gripped the table. “Make me.”

“Gladly.”

He went down on her, thrusting his tongue inside of her. Her juices coated his mouth, and he groaned. Pulling out, he closed his mouth around her clit and moved his tongue in slow, lazy circles.

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