Page 26 of Naughty & Nice

I fuck her harder, making her whimpers get louder and louder as my own release surges forward.

“Come. Come now.”

And she does, her pussy clamping down on my fingers, pulling me in deeper as I pulse in her hand, coming hard and making a mess on the blanket shielding what we’re doing from the rest of the world.

“Holy shit,” I gasp once I’ve come down and pull my fingers from inside her.

She’s sated and sleepy, her body limp and exhausted.

But that doesn’t stop her from tensing the second I lift my fingers to my lips and lick them clean.

Her taste floods my mouth and I groan in delight.

“So sweet,” I muse.

There’s a bang from somewhere behind us, and we both move as fast as humanly possible to cover ourselves up under the blanket.

Her cheeks burn bright red, and I’m not sure if it’s from the release, embarrassment, or unfiltered shame over what we just did. The thought that it could be the latter makes my stomach knot up.

How could something that feels so right cause shame?

A door opens and footsteps pad on the deck.

“Hey,” Rix says, appearing just a beat after I’ve handed Noelle her book back.

Hendrix’s eyes drop to it and his brow wrinkles. I follow his attention and discover that she’s holding it upside down.

He is going to fucking kill me.

“Everything okay?”

Noelle swallows nervously.

“Yeah, of course. Did you sleep well?” she asks, her voice calm despite how I’m sure she’s feeling on the inside.

“I did. Missed you when I woke up, though. Did you want another coffee?” he asks, eyeing her empty mug.

“Yes, please.”

He takes off with her mug, more than happy to get her a refill.

“I’ll take one too, if you’re making them.”

Rix stops just before he leaves our sight and mutters, “What did your last slave die of?” before disappearing.

“Lovely,” I muse as he disappears. “I’m sure he wouldn’t be making yours either if he knew what we just did.”

“Don’t, Wilder. Just… don’t.”

Throwing the blanket off, I push to my feet. I might have come, but my dick is already half-mast again just from the memory.

“Okay. I won’t say any more,” I announce making a show of pushing my hand into my pants, giving her very little choice but to see what I’ve got going on. “But know this…” I state, leaning forward so I can whisper in her ear. “It doesn’t end there. This is only the beginning.”

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HENDRIX

Passing one mug to Noelle, I keep the other in my hand and lift the blanket, slipping under.

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