“Let me show you like you want me to, gorgeous.”
I slide my tongue up the slit of her beautiful pussy. The taste of her coating my taste buds. I could die a happy man right here and now with how perfect she tastes. As I suck her clit into my mouth, I moan into her. With our eyes stilllocked on each other, her mouth falls open at the touch and sight of me.
With a pop, I let go of her clit. “Remember what I told you before?” I nip at her thigh. “Keep those sounds in for me. I don’t want Joshua to hear you on the other side of that door.” I drag my fingers over her wet pussy, coating it before lining it at her entrance. “Those sounds are only for me.” I push into her, her walls clamping down on my finger. “Don’t. Make”—before I slide a second finger into her, I pump into her a few times—“A. Sound.”
Not letting a sound escape them, she bites down on her lips.
Her face is plastered with pleasure, and I can’t take my eyes away from her. I spread my fingers inside of her, curling them to rub against that spot she loved last time. A deep growl comes from her chest, and I dive back into her, licking her up as she coats my hand.
“Just like that, Elliott. Shhh. Take me. Fuck my fingers till you come for me.” I clamp my mouth on her swollen clit.
Her hips start to grind against my hand and mouth. I look up at her again and see her lose herself to the feeling. Her hands brush through my hair, and I watch her from my knees as she takes control, riding my tongue and fingers for her own fucking pleasure. I could fully come at the sight of it.
I let out a growl that vibrates against her, causing her head to fall back and her lips part once again. I can see howbadly she wants to cry out her pleasure, but she is being a good girl right now and listening to what I told her to do.
She grinds against my tongue harder. Her walls clamp harder as she is about to fall over the edge and find her bliss. I pump my fingers more vigorously. She looks down again like she can’t believe she is about to come all over my face. She can’t see it, but I’m grinning as I watch her expression explode with ecstasy. She coats my hand and tongue with her cum, and I devour it fully. I keep stroking her walls as I feel her pulse through her orgasm. Making one last flick of her clit with my tongue before I slowly pull them out.
I put her panties back in place and see the inside of her thighs are covered in scars. Her head is still looking up at the ceiling. She has yet to notice my new area of focus.
“Who did this to you?” My jaw clenches as I hiss the words through gritting teeth.
She shoots her eyes down at me, her features sobering from her wave of pleasure.
“No one.”
“Elliott. Tell me who did this to you!”
My voice is stern as I grab her thigh to get a better view.
A knock erupts on the door, startling us.
Dozens of scars coat her skin, and when I look to the other thigh, there are just as many.
“Mr. Harris, sir?” Another knock hits the door. “Is everything okay in there?”
Shit.
“Yes. I’ll be right out,” I grumble.
Fixing her skirt, I make sure it looks just like it did when I first saw her. I place a soft kiss against her lips, lazily gliding my tongue on hers.
“Next time, you’ll tell me who hurt you. Got it?” I say. She just stares blankly at me. “And when you do, they are dead. No one gets to hurt you. No one.”
I look her over, taking in every detail because I’m not sure I will have her this close again. I catch her lips with mine, and she consumes me like she is thinking the same thing.
Reluctantly, I break the kiss. “I should go before Joshua breaks down the door.” I smile at her.
She nods but looks just as sad to have to let me go. “Wait, before you leave.”
Stepping out of the shower, I take one more look at her beautiful face. “I’ll see you soon, gorgeous.” I wink before closing the glass door and making my way to exit the bathroom.
“It’s me.” Her voice is a faint whisper. “They are from me.”
I stop in my tracks, gripping the door handle with more force than intended.
“I just needed you to know before you left.”
My mind is asking a million questions at once.
