Page 51 of Exile

“Me. Neither,” she said through clenched teeth.

I chuckled in amusement.

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath, her hips pressing forward as I pulled out of her slightly.

“Don’t move,” I ordered.

She stilled, and I slid my fingers back in, deeper this time.

“God, you’re so fucking wet. I wish I could taste you.”

“You can,” she told me, her voice hopeful. “Later.”

“Definitely.” I wouldn’t pass on that opportunity. I would spend the rest of my life with my mouth on her pussy if I had the chance to.

I thrust my fingers in and out of her in a slow and steady rhythm. My eyes wandered around the bar occasionally, making sure nobody was paying attention to us.

I continued, feeling her inner walls pulse around my fingers. Her breath caught as I curled them inside her, finding that spot that made her squirm. I pressed my thumb against her clit, circling it slowly, building the pressure gradually.

Darwynn’s eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting slightly. I could tell she was fighting to keep quiet, her chest rising and falling rapidly with each shallow breath. I leaned in closer, my lips brushing her ear.

“That’s it, baby. You look so damn beautiful,” I whispered, my voice low and husky.

I increased the pace of my fingers, thrusting them deeper, harder. Her hips bucked slightly, and I pressed my free hand against her lower back, holding her still.

I felt her start to tremble, her thighs quivering against my hand. Her fingers dug into my forearm, her nails leaving marks on my skin. I could sense her climax building, her pussy clenching in a steady rhythm around my fingers.

It turned me the fuck on, watching her try her hardest not to be too loud. Her face was filled with emotions.

“That’s it,” I murmured, my lips still at her ear. “Come for me, Darwynn. Nice and quiet. Don’t want anyone to know I’m fingering this wet pussy.”

She let out a grunt, her brows furrowing. “You’re not playing fair,” she argued.

I smirked. “You don’t have a say in this right now.”

I curled my fingers inside her, pressing firmly against the right spot while my thumb kept on working her clit in circles. Her breathing grew ragged, coming in short, sharp gasps. I felt her whole body tense.

She shuddered violently, her pussy clenching down on my fingers tightly. A strangled whimper escaped her lips, barely audible over the music. I held her right there, watching as she rode out her orgasm. Her body was shaking with wave after wave of pleasure and the pulsating of her walls around me. She pressed her lips together tightly, muffling her soft moans as she came undone.

I continued to stroke her gently, drawing out her climax for as long as possible. Her hips rocked subtly against my hand, chasing every last tremor of ecstasy.

“Beautiful,” I muttered, taking in her face. “So goddamn beautiful.”

I could watch her forever.

Hell, I could make her come forever. Until she couldn’t take it anymore.

As her quivering lessened, I slowly withdrew my fingers from inside her. Darwynn’s eyes fluttered open, pupils dilated with lingering desire. I held her gaze as I brought my fingers to my lips, inhaling her sweet scent before sliding them into my mouth.

I was addicted to her taste.

To her sweetness.

To her.

She was intoxicating, and I savored every moment.

Darwynn was watching me intently, her chest rising and falling. Her cheeks were flushed, a rosy glow spreading down her neck.

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