Page 122 of Renard's Deliverance

“Please what?”

She wasn’t even sure.

Please more. Please don’t stop.

“I don’t know. Just please.”

He chuckled. “Your wish is my command, baby.”

Well. She didn’t think that was entirely true. If it was, she’d get to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted and she wouldn’t have a hot ass right now.

Whatever.

You liked it.

You like the pain. It helps clear your mind of the junk.

“Ouch!” She glared down at him, moving her hand to cup her breast. “Did you just pinch my nipple?”

He gave her a firm look. “Sure did, Gem. And you know why.”

“I do?”

“Your mind was wandering again. And now your hand is too.”

Uh-oh.

She removed her hand, putting it back behind her. “I’m sorry! Please let me come.”

A wicked look entered his face. “You’ll come. It will just take a while.”

He lifted her into his arms and carried her into the living room.

“I don’t like the sound of that,” she told him.

“You shouldn’t.” He set her on her couch and dragged her hips to the edge before kneeling down between her legs.

And then his mouth was on her pussy.

And it was so damn good that her breath caught. She ran her hands over his head, pushing him into her without meaning to.

“Hands behind you,” he ordered.

She groaned but quickly moved them.

“That’s better,” he told her as he ran his tongue along her slit.

Flicking his tongue against her clit, he drove her higher and higher until she knew she was close to coming.

Then he drew away.

“Nooo,” she moaned. “I’ll be a good girl, I promise. Please let me come.”

“My poor girl.” He grabbed her feet, putting them up on the edge of the sofa, widening her thighs. “So fucking beautiful.”

“Couldn’t I touch you?” she asked.

“No. Not yet.” He grabbed her arms, drawing her hands out and then placing them on her knees. “Keep them there.”

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