Page 102 of The Final Faceoff
She’s going to suffer for it first.
“Show me,” I command, my hand tightening in her hair, forcing her to meet my eyes. “Let me see how desperate you are.”
She whimpers, a sweet, needy sound, and slowly—so fucking slowly—she spreads her legs wider, giving me the barest glimpse of lace. The soft pink she wore to the appointment, the innocent little thing she had no idea would be on full display like this. Or maybe she did know that at some point I would try to fuck her with my mouth—she likes when I suddenly place her on top of the counter and eat her pretty cunt. She knows I love to have access to her.
“You knew,” I murmur, tracing my fingers along the lace.
She swallows. “Knew what?”
“That I’d do this to you.” I smirk, tugging the fabric aside and dragging my thumb over slick, swollen heat. “You put these on, knowing I’d see them. Knowing I’d make you ruin them.”
She trembles, her fingers fisting in my shirt. “Leif?—”
I click my tongue. “That’s not what I asked for, sweetheart.” My grip tightens in her hair, pulling her up just enough that her mouth hovers over my cock. “I told you to touch yourself while you take me in that pretty mouth. You gonna be a good girl and do as you’re told?”
Her breath stutters, but she nods, eyes glassy with need.
“Then open up.”
She obeys, parting those soft, swollen lips, and I guide myself to her mouth, teasing her with the tip before pressing forward. She moans, the sound vibrating around me, and, fuck, she’s perfect like this—on her knees, taking everything I give her, just like I knew she would.
I groan, letting my head fall back for a brief moment before yanking her in tighter, forcing her to take me deeper. “That’s it, baby. That’s my good girl.”
She moans again, muffled around me, and I glance down, watching as her hand slides between her thighs, fingers disappearing beneath lace.
Heat sears through me.
“Fuck,” I growl, tightening my grip, rocking my hips forward. “Look at you. So fucking greedy for it.”
Her nails sink into my thighs as she works herself, the slick sounds of her fingers matching the soft, obscene noises spilling from her throat. The filthiest symphony I’ve ever heard.
“You want to come, don’t you?” I murmur, my free hand trailing down, brushing over her cheek before gripping her jaw, forcing her to look up at me.
She nods, whimpering around me.
I smirk, slow and dangerous. “Then earn it.”
I push her down harder, forcing her to take all of me, watching as her throat tightens, her body quivers. I can feel the way she’s struggling to hold back, to keep from shattering before I give her permission.
So I don’t.
I lean in, my lips brushing her ear, voice like a growl.
“Come for me, Hailey.”
She breaks instantly.
A choked sob vibrates around me, her body tightening as she shatters, her thighs trembling, fingers working furiously as she rides it out.
I groan, fingers tangling in her hair as I thrust deep one last time, holding her in place as I spill into her mouth, her name falling from my lips like a prayer.
When I finally release her, she slumps against my thigh, breathless and wrecked.
I tip her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You’re such a good girl for me.”
She shivers, lips swollen, eyes hazy.
I drag my thumb along her jaw, smirking. “And we’re still not done.”
