Page 33 of Final Verdict
“If I was thirty, would this be better?”
“Probably.”
“And you’re no longer attracted to me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But we’re done?”
“Yes, Scarlett.” He moves closer to me. “We are very much done.”
“I’m sorry...”
“Don’t be.” He stamps his mouth over mine, kissing me until all the breath leaves my lungs, until my knees begin buckling.
He gently pushes me to the side until my hips hit the desk.
Then he tears his mouth away and lifts me onto the top of it.
“Lay back.” He presses his hand against my thighs. “Now.”
I oblige, shutting my eyes as he slides my dress up to my stomach.
The sound of my panties tearing echoes off the walls, and the next thing I feel is his tongue darting against my clit.
“Ahhh...” I moan as he swirls his tongue against me, as he keeps me pinned down.
Unfamiliar pleasure wracks through me, and the moans that leave my lips become even louder.
Suddenly, he releases my left thigh, and before I can make my next move, he slides two fingers deep inside me.
Thrusting them in and out between his kisses, he renders me helpless within seconds.
I lean forward and grab a fistful of his hair, silently begging him to slow down.
My pleas are ignored with a deep stroke from his fingers, with him sucking my clit between his lips.
I writhe under his control, feeling naïve at this level of pleasure.
“Stop trying to get away from me...” He grabs my legs and places them over his shoulders. Then his mouth returns to my pussy, trapping me in an ecstasy I can’t escape.
I’m so close to the edge, so close to feeling what I’ve always wanted, and then...
“Oh my God...” My entire body trembles and heat explodes inside me all at once.
I feel him hold me as I shake, feel him pressing kisses against my skin.
“Good girl,” he whispers. “You look fucking beautiful coming for me...”
I’m not sure how long I lie suspended between bliss and disbelief, but when I open my eyes, he’s pulling a condom from his pocket.
I take a few deep breaths, and his eyes meet mine.
“Hope you don’t think that’s the only time you’ll come for me tonight,” he says.
“Wait.” I sit up. “Wait a minute...”
He arches a brow. “Something wrong?”
