Page 41 of Unruly

I drag the flat of my tongue up her slit in one long, slow stroke, and she yanks hard against the rope, making a sound that goes straight to my spine. I groan against her and dive in.

I take my time, learning what she responds to, what makes her breath catch, what makes her whole body tighten. I find her clit and circle it lazily, pull back, and do it again. Her thighs are shaking already, hips rolling forward, chasing my mouth. I hold them back with both hands and listen to the sounds she keeps trying to swallow.

“Sweet little divorced pussy. Been thinking about tasting you for months.” I suck her swollen clit into my mouth and flick it hard with my tongue. “You taste exactly as good as I knew you would.”

“Oh god⁠—”

I slide two fingers into her and curl them, and she cries out but tries to muffle it into her own shoulder.

“Don’t do that,” I say. “I want to hear every sound. Don’t you dare muffle it.”

“There’s—we’re in a storage⁠—”

I look up at her. “Halle. I don’t care. Let me hear you.”

Her head tips back against the shelf.

“So fucking tight.” I groan, working my fingers deeper. “This greedy hole is sucking my fingers already. Goddamn. There it is. Right there. You’re going to tell me everything he said to you.”

“Cash—please⁠—”

“Tell me.”

“No—”

I work her up steadily, and I feel the exact moment she’s about to go over—the flutter starting around my fingers, the specific tension locking through her whole body, the way her breath cuts out completely.

I pull back.

The sound she makes I’ll be thinking about for the rest of my natural life.

“Cash—” She yanks against the rope. “You absolute⁠—”

“Tell me what he said,” I say pleasantly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh, the moth, the soft skin above it. “And I’ll stop being an asshole.”

“He said he’s coming to take me home.”

“He’s not taking you anywhere. Not while I’m breathing. You belong with your cunt shoved in my face.”

“You’re absolutely insane.”

“Say that again in twenty minutes,” I say, “and see if it lands any better.”

I go back to work.

This time, I use my fingers first and my mouth second, fucking her slow and deep with three fingers while I drag my tongue up to her clit and alternate between the two until she’s rolling her hips, chasing both at once. I add a fourth finger and feel her stretch around me and her whole body respond to it immediately. When I pull my fingers out, they’re covered in her.

“Goddam, this thick pussy is creaming for me,” I say against her, watching her fall apart in real time.

“Cash—please—fuck⁠—”

“Please what?” I slow down deliberately, watching her hips chase my hand. “Please make this married pussy squirt for a younger man? Is that what you want, Darlin’? Say it.”

“I can’t do that.” She breathes.

“Do what?”

“Squirt. I’m not that type of girl. That shit is in porn.”