Page 108 of Renard's Deliverance

“Then you best get on with it,” she told him. “Don’t know what’s with all the yapping.”

He snorted before his tongue returned to her pussy, licking along her damp lips before flicking her clit. A small whimper escaped her as he pushed a finger deep inside her.

God.

Felt so good.

Then he drew away.

“No!” She lightly smacked her hands down on his shoulders.

“Tut-tut, as the sadist in his relationship, I’ll be doing the slapping, not you.”

What?

She gaped down at him. Hadn’t they just said . . .

Oh, the asshole was grinning.

“You’re making sadist jokes?”

“I never make sadist jokes. We’re very serious, us sadists. All whips and blood and tears.”

“Fine. I get it. Your life isn’t just about making people hurt and cry.”

“People who want it,” he clarified. “And we have yet to explore just what you like, Gem.”

“And we won’t if you keep stopping to yap,” she complained.

“Stopped because you were making noises, Gem. You make any more and I’ll stop for good.”

Nooo.

God.

“You like inflicting misery in ways that aren’t just physical, don’t you?”

He chuckled.

Bastard.

But she wasn’t upset. She knew what she had to do to get what she wanted.

And she also knew that when she got it that it would be amazing.

So she put her hand over her mouth to keep herself quiet as Renard ate her out until her orgasm washed through her, making her shake and tremble. Her legs grew weak and she was grateful as he stood and drew her close to him, holding onto her.

“That’s it, Gem. Good girl. You did so well.”

She closed her eyes, loving the way he held her, whispering to her as he rubbed the sore spot on her back.

“My good fucking girl.”

“If anyone else said that to me, I’d punch them in the dick,” she told him. “Weirdly, don’t feel like doing that with you.”

“Well, can’t say that my dick is sad about that,” he replied.

She grinned.

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