“N-No. I don’t know why I did it,” she muttered. “It felt good but—”
She was a tease. An exhibitionist.
And she had needs.
Needs I was about to fulfill.
“Of course it felt good,” I whispered, dropping over her. “But this will feel even better,” I vowed, promising myself that I’d erase the memory of this guard from her mind.
She moaned as I fluttered my tongue along her clit, then as I flickered the tip back and forth, she cried out, “Oh God!” and began rocking from side to side, twisting almost under my hold as I forced her toward an orgasm.
Finger fucking her at the same time, I moved fast, overwhelmed her senses, and forced that orgasm out of her, wringing her dry within a minute.
When she screamed, the sound washed over me.
Fuck, I loved it when women screamed, and that my woman did that?
There was no better way to put a smile on my goddamn face.
Her hand moved down, shoving me harder against her, and I let her, let her ride my face, let her fly into her urges, and I gave her what she needed to fly freer.
Only when she came down did her hand move, and she let me pull back. My mouth was wet, my chin coated with her juices. I could fuck her now, fuck her without pain, but instead, I let my fingers carry on thrusting into her, scissoring her as I moved.
“What was the guard’s name?”
She blinked, then slurred out, “Why?”
“I want to know.”
My inexorable answer had her tensing. “You’ll hurt him.”
I rubbed the sensitive fore-wall of her pussy, making her cry out. “I won’t.”
“Liar,” she rasped.
“No. I promise, I won’t.”
That had her turning still. “You promise?”
I knew how she felt about promises, and I had no issue with giving this one.
“I do.”
She licked her lips. “Maxim.”
I stored that away, another vow surging in my head to make her forget that fucker’s name, and asked, “Do you still have a crush on him?”
“No.” Though the answer came fast enough for it to be a lie, I actually believed her.
“Why not?”
She huffed. “Do you have to ask me this stuff while your hand is inside me?”
My lips twitched. “I want to know.”
“Sometimes it isn’t good to get what you ask for. Not every time.”
“You’ll learn to demand what you want,” I rasped, the idea turning me on.