Page 38 of Cruel Hero

I grunt in response, my focus singularly on pleasing her. I sink two fingers deeper, them inside her, curling them to rub against her G-spot. Her response is immediate, her muscles clenching around my fingers and her body trembling.

My tongue swirls around Tiffany’s clit, paying special attention to the little nub. Her moans grow louder as I work to bring her to the edge.

Just when I think she’s about to come, I pull back, leaving her wanting more.

“You’re driving me crazy.”

I smirk, loving the sight of her writhing on the counter, begging for my touch.

“You know how much I enjoy hearing you beg,” I say, diving back between her parted legs. My tongue returns to her sensitive clit, causing Tiffany’s hips to buck and her moans to fill the air. Her body trembles with anticipation as I continue to tease and pleasure her.

I increase the pressure of my tongue against her clit, flicking it in a steady rhythm while simultaneously thrusting my fingers inside her with more force. Tiffany gasps and grips the counter, her knuckles turning white.

My desire to please her is relentless, my tongue exploring every inch of her depths as I suck and lick, driving her closer and closer to release.

“Please,” she begs, her greedy pussy slick and wet with need against my tongue. “I’ll die if you stop.”

“Trust me, baby, I won’t stop until you’re screaming my name.” My tongue darts out to swipe at her clit, while my fingers continue to abuse her g-spot.

Her body grows tighter, the muscles of her inner walls gripping my fingers like a vice. Her moans become more frantic, her hips bucking against my face as I work her over.

I can tell that she’s about to break, her body trembling uncontrollably. With one last flick of my tongue on her clit, she explodes.

Tiffany’s entire body convulses as her orgasm washes over her, her moans turning to screams as her pleasure peaks. Her juices flow freely now, coating my face and neck as I continue to lap at her sensitive flesh.

When her orgasm subsides, she slumps back onto the counter, her breaths coming in ragged gasps. I kiss her inner thigh before I rise to my feet and step back, admiring the mess I’ve made of her.

“You taste amazing, baby.”

“You’re the devil, Adrien Leroy,” Tiffany whispers, her voice still shaky from her orgasm.

I adjust my throbbing erection. “Only if you’re my angel.”

“Always.”

I step between Tiffany’s legs again, pull her into my arms, and hold her close, letting her catch her breath.

“Now it’s your turn.” She reaches for my trousers, her fingers tracing the outline of my bulging erection.

I take her hand and press a kiss to her fingertips. “It was just for you. I can wait all night if I have to. But first, let’s clean you up,” I suggest, earning a sleepy smile from Tiffany. “Then we can enjoy the delicious meal you prepared while it’s still warm.”

“This is delicious.” I savor the homemade pasta sauce. It reminds me of my childhood when my mom made us homemade pasta every Sunday. “I didn’t know you could cook like this.”

After a quick shower, we brought the dinner to the dining room with an amazing view of the city skyline.

I can’t remember the last time I was this relaxed.

Tiffany smiles and takes my hand, our fingers intertwining. “I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an insult.”

“It’s definitely a compliment,” I assure her, lifting her hand to my lips and kissing the back of it.

“I’m glad you like it. I needed a break from going through Dean’s notes all day.”

“Did you find anything promising?”

She sighs and takes a sip of her wine. “Nothing ground-breaking. Most of the notes were about trivial administrative stuff or his daily schedule. However, there were a few names I did not recognize and could not find in the company’s system. You should take a look at the list later. Maybe you can figure out their significance.”

“My team will look into it.”

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