Page 84 of The Lieutenant

I bit back a clipped laugh, thankful he tossed the belt aside.

“You did very well, my kitten. You’re a very good girl.”

His words were thrilling, too much so, his tone deep and rough. As he caressed my bottom again, moving from one side to the other, a trickling of moans slipped past my lips.

“Stay right where you are,” he told me.

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good girl. I knew you could be that way.”

His voice was far too stimulating. My pussy ached and as he lowered his hand, cupping my mound, I was brought to another moment of peace. He rolled the tip of a single finger around my clit three times before shifting his attention to my thighs. They were burning from being struck by the belt, but as he caressed my skin, I fell into a sweet lull.

The scent of my longing was even stronger, so much so I bit my lower lip from embarrassment. Should I feel guilty that this man made me feel so incredible? Should I hate myself for allowing any of this to happen? I refused to answer, instead allowing myself to fall into the sweet moment of bliss.

“Very wet. I love making your sweet pussy so wet, kitten.” As he fingered my pussy lips, he rolled his thumb back and forth across my clit. Within seconds, it was sensitive, the tingling sensations like pinpricks of white-hot lightning.

I wiggled, shifting back and forth on the counter. Juice was slowly trickling down my thighs. I’d made a mess of his kitchen, but I couldn’t care in the least. A smile had crossed my face as my pulse continued to rise.

Havros took a series of deep breaths before slipping several fingers deep inside my tight channel. I was so aroused, my body was humming with electricity. With his other hand, he rubbedmy back. Goosebumps had popped along every inch of skin. I was still in shock and awe, floating in a roar of rapture that I never wanted to come down from.

“I can’t wait to fuck you,” he stated, his voice entirely different than before. He thrust all four fingers into my pussy, flexing them open as he pumped me savagely. All the while, he continued assaulting my clit, now so sensitive I was panting.

I was desperate for his cock, wet and dripping more with every passing second. He finger-fucked me with such roughness I was pushed forward by several inches. I slapped my hands on the island, almost knocking off the two glasses. With my mouth dry and my bottom aching, I was driven to near madness from the extreme hunger sweeping through me.

He pinched my tender bud and I jerked up, stifling the second scream. How could anything bad for me feel this damn good? My tight muscles clamped down on his fingers, making him work a little harder to drive deeper. But he did. He wouldn’t be denied. The thought ravaged my mind just like he was doing to my body.

I did my best to buck against him, shoving all the doubts about him as well as myself aside. The pleasure was so great, I nearly swooned, the rhythm of my heart matching the rapid thrust of his hand.

“Oh. Oh. Oh.”

“That’s it, kitten. Come for me. Come on my fingers. I can’t wait to drive my fucking cock inside your tight hole.”

How long had it been since I’d felt so free? His dirty talk only fueled the flames, every muscle starting to tense.

I clawed the counter, jerking up from the surface as he brought me close then backed off several times. No longer able to focus, I dropped my head, the harsh pants I issued unrecognizable.

“That’s it. Be my good girl. Be my very good girl.” The vacuum consuming me was closing in, my world being suffocated. And after he pinched my clit before shifting his hand, suddenly driving his thumb into my dark hole, I lost it. The scream was high pitched, shut off by the rugged man placing his hand over my mouth.

The orgasm was intense, the rolling waves of sensations tearing through me like a raging fire. Breathless and laughing nervously, I darted my tongue out to lick his palm.

He kept his hand in place, holding back every whimper while he continued to growl like some beast. The man wouldn’t stop, forcing my body to spasm as yet another climax followed the first. It was hot and powerful, beads of perspiration tickling parts of my skin.

As I finally started coming down, my eyes remaining shut, I felt his hand slipping away. The electric vibes began to ebb as he stepped back further. I had no idea how to react. How could anyone go from point A to point Z in a few hours?

After almost being shot?

My mind was still rattled as I smoothed down my dress. “Were you serious about Paris?”

“Yes. Your things will be brought here later tonight. I’ll handle the preparations and purchase whatever you need when we’re in the city. We’re leaving early so you should get some sleep.”

Hot. Cold. On. Off. I had whiplash from the way he handled spending time with me. I gawked at him, my mouth twisted as he headed for the kitchen door.

“I’ll be sleeping on the couch.” He headed from the room, finished with the conversation.

And with me.

At least for the night.

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