Page 3 of Deliverance

Her hands go to my head, keeping me there as a sweet moan leaves her lips. She rocks herself against me as my tongue circles her clit. So fucking sweet. My absolute favorite thing about pussy is that each one is completely unique. Different looks, feels, tastes. The saying “once you’ve had one, you’ve had them all” is absolutely not true when it comes to women. Women are decadent, unique, special, and I’m not ashamed to admit I’d love to spend my life sampling them all.

My eyes are on hers as my tongue spins in circles around her when the door opens, and a yelp escapes a shrill voice.

“Oh my fucking god!” Bridgette shouts. “That’s fucking disgusting!”

Claire panics, shoving me away as she shuffles her dress down and literally sprints out of the bathroom. There goes my fun for the night. Shooting Bridgette an irritated look, I stand to my feet and straighten my dress.

“Are you fucking serious? You’re just going to eat some chick out in the middle of the bathroom? In a bathroom that isn’t even locked?” She scoffs.

In the next moment, Asher Putnam steps inside, giving me a bored look before glancing at Bridgette.

“I thought I told you to be ready for me.”

Instantly, her demeanor changes. In a flash, her irritation and ire melt away, leaving only a submissive, docile little thing in its wake.

“I’m sorry, Ash. I?—”

“Don’t fucking call me that. Just bend over,” he snaps before spinning her and forcing her against the countertop.

Literally within two seconds, he has her skirt up, his cock out and is sinking inside her cunt. Bridgette’s mouth drops open, and honestly, I’m a little stunned at his brazen behavior. Then again, when you are the heir to the whole goddamn kingdom, I guess you can do whatever you want.

Asher grips her hips hard and is fucking her deep when his eyes meet mine in the mirror.

“If you’re gonna stay, then show me your tits or something,” he says, earning a disgruntled sound from Bridgette and a disgusted gag from me.

Fucking prick.

I push out of the bathroom feeling more than a little irritated. I lost my lay for the night, and honestly, I don’t have the energy to go find a new one. So, instead, I walk outside and ask the valet to call me a ride. I’m not staying here for another goddamn second.

Chapter Two

Bridgette

I wake up to a loud banging sound from downstairs. Seriously? It’s bad enough that we had to open our house up to literal strangers, and now they can’t even respect decent fucking hours. Glancing at my phone, I see that it’s nine thirty in the morning. Normally, I would be up long before now, but it’s summer break, and I was out late last night with my friends.

Throwing my blankets off me, I stomp my feet into my slippers before I take off in search of the asshole ruining my morning. When I make it into the kitchen, the culprit is unsurprising.

“What the fuck, Bartlett? Some of us are trying to sleep!” I snap.

Margret Bartlett turns her head full of curly bright red hair to look over her shoulder. She’s wearing black lipstick, black eyeliner, and, oh wow, wouldn’t you have guessed it, a black t-shirt and shorts. She’s so fucking weird and yet so predictable.

She furrows her brows at me and shakes her head.

“It’s like ten in the morning. Get over it, sleeping beauty.”

“I don’t give a fuck! This is not your house?—”

“According to daddy dearest, yes it is,” she mocks with a fake smile that has me wanting to claw her goddamn eyes out.

Rage flares inside me. “Daddyyyyy!” I scream at the top of my lungs.

Bartlett flinches as she plugs her ears with her fingers and stares at me until I’m finished.

I wait to hear him emerge from the study or maybe even the gym downstairs, but I’m met with silence. I frown, and Bartlett takes her fingers out of her ears as she faces the stove and flips what looks like a pancake.

“They left.”

“Left? Where?” I ask.

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