Page 99 of High Roller

“Bellamy doesn’t work at the sandwich shop.”

“She does today. After being followed, we don’t want a bunch of traffic in and out, and she has to go in today for other things. Apparently, she’s looking forward to training Tobias and bossing him around.”

That makes her giggle, and it warms my heart to hear.

“Then I guess we could go back to bed. You did promise me an orgasm.”

I stand, taking her with me, and she squeals as she wraps her arms around my neck.

In my room, I sit her on the edge of the bed, and she lifts her arms for me to take my shirt off of her without me having to ask.

“Good girl,” I praise as I toss the shirt aside. “Lay on the bed and spread your legs. I want my breakfast.”

Her face turns that shade of red I love so much, but she doesn’t hesitate to obey. Her eagerness to please fuels my desire to get her off with my tongue.

I pull her legs further apart and kiss the one mark on her inner thighs that stuck around from last night’s session with the spoon.

“How’s your bottom?” I ask as I drag a finger across her slit.

Her breathing becomes irregular as I continue the motion and wait for her response.

“It’s fine, Sir. Just a little warm today.”

“Good. You made me proud last night. I hope you know that.”

“Thank you, Sir. Will you make me come now?”

The need in her voice spurs my own need, and I spread her labia with my fingers as I dip my head to drag my tongue along her clit. Her tangy taste hits my taste buds, and I become an instant addict in need of a fix. If one taste undoes me like this, I’m going to fucking ruin her.

Right now, with my head buried between her thighs, I don’t care. All I care about is making her explode. Making Grace orgasm becomes my sole mission for the day. Why have I never gone this far with her before?

I swirl my tongue over her clit several times before I suck her deep into my mouth. “You’re fucking delicious,” I say when I come up for air a few minutes later.

She is beyond coherent, and just whimpers, lifting her hips as if offering me her soaked cunt.

I accept her offering and continue to devour her.

“Please,” she begs over and over again. “Please let me come.”

“Come, Mariposa,” I command as I plunge two fingers into her hole and bring my mouth to her clit once more.

She explodes, gripping my fingers as she convulses against my tongue.

“God fucking damn it, Grace,” I breathe as I sit up and watch her recover. “That might have been the biggest mistake you’ve ever made.”

As soon as the words are out, I recognize the poor phrasing.

“What do you mean?” she asks, panic in her voice.

“I mean that I’m addicted to your sweet little cunt, and you might not ever leave my bed again. I’m tempted to strap you down and eat you all day long.”

Her shoulders relax instantly, and she lets out a tired giggle.

“You would kill me.”

“Death by orgasm would certainly be the nicest way I’ve ever killed someone.”

I’m not sure if Grace will appreciate my dark humor, but it’s the only humor I’m capable of. It doesn’t faze her, and she smacks my shoulder with a laugh. “You’re terrible.”

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