Page 42 of Unruly

I chuckle. “No. I can feel it. You’re almost there, Darlin’. You can do it for me.”

“No—”

I pull back, ceasing all pleasure for her, edging her again. “Oh … I can stop, Darlin’.”

She actually screams, “I will end your life. I will end your life and hide the body and tell everyone you moved away if you do not finish the fucking job.”

“You beg so … aggressively. Never had a woman threaten to kill me while I eat her pussy.”

“You are the most infuriating person I have ever met.”

“Probably.” I press my mouth to her inner thigh.

I stand up.

She blinks, chest heaving, pupils blown. “What are you⁠—”

I stand and put both hands on the shelf on either side of her head and drop my mouth to her neck, her jaw, and the soft spot below her ear. “I will tear your ex-husband limb from limb for making you feel anything less than a fucking queen, do you understand me?”

“He’s my husband.”

I growl, “Are you trying to delay your orgasm? I will edge you all fucking night if I have to. Don’t piss me off any more than I already am.”

She exhales. “That’s not fair.”

“No, it’s not.”

I drop back to my knees.

This time, I don’t tease. I give her everything at once and I feel her whole body respond immediately, the tension ratcheting up fast because she’s been edged three times.

I work her hard—my thumb on her clit, four fingers fucking her deep, my mouth pressing hot kisses to her inner thighs, her hips, everywhere I can reach while she writhes above me. I feel her walls starting to flutter and grip and I keep going.

“Ride my face. Use me. That’s what I’m here for. Use my tongue like the desperate, needy girl you are right now.”

“Cash—I’m⁠—”

“I know.” I bring my mouth back to her clit, suck hard, and feel her entire body go taut. “Come on. Give it to me. Right now.”

I pull back one last time.

The sound she makes when I do is absolutely broken.

“That’s my good fucking girl. Now, come for me.”

She comes completely apart.

Her pussy gushes around my fingers—hot messy pulses soaking my hand and my chin, and I groan against her because nothing in my life has prepared me for Halle Dawson letting go. Her thighs clamp around my head, her whole body convulsing, and the sound she makes is absolutely wrecked.

I work her through every single wave of it until she’s shaking and whimpering and her legs have completely given out.

After she comes down from her orgasm, I stand, untying the ropes and catching her before she hits the floor.

My arm around her waist, her weight against my chest, her face buried in my neck, she’s still shaking. Still catching her breath. I hold her up and let her take whatever time she needs, checking her wrist for any signs of potential bruising.

I tip her chin up. “Look at me.”

She does—eyes too bright, breathing still coming down.