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My mouth crashes back down over her clit, sucking and licking with ruthless determination as my fingers pump insideher. I don’t let up, coaxing wave after wave until she’s shaking, her body convulsing as pleasure rips through her like a live wire.
“Oh, God. Please. Please. Please, Luka. Please!” She cries out as her first orgasm hits, her pussy clenching my fingers like a vice grip as I keep stroking her through it.
“That’a girl. You sound so pretty begging like a whore,” I croon, but when her orgasm finally falls off, I don’t stop. Instead, I keep up the motion with my fingers and bury my face in her pussy for more.
“Oh. Oh God. Oh yes,” she cries out a minute later, her fingernails digging into my back as she claws at me like she’s trying to hold on as her second powerful orgasm crests.
There’s a grin on my face as I eat her pussy, and it’s not just from the sounds she’s making, though they’re addictive as hell. It’s her taste, sweet and warm, and all fucking mine. Genuinely, Scout’s pussy is the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. Like I told her before, this is just as much of a treat for me as it is for her.
When I feel her muscles tense and her breathing grows faster, I know the next wave is about to hit, so I maintain my rhythm as I bring her back to the top of the cliff.
I’ve all but forgotten about the horror movie playing in the background as the sounds of my heartbeat and Scout’s breathless pants fill the silence in the room.
Her body’s coated in a thin layer of sweat, hair falling loose from what’s left of her messy bun, cheeks flushed, and glasses sitting crooked on her nose. She looks hot as hell and as if she has been fucked within an inch of her life. It’s one of the prettiest sights I’ve ever seen, and I can’t believe I’m the lucky bastard who gets to witness it firsthand.
“Luka… I don’t know if I can,” she pleads, shaking her head like the pleasure’s too much to take.
“Oh, I’m sorry, princess. Did you forget?” I croon. “This is your punishment for lying to me.”
Her eyes fly open, and I see the look of fear when realization sinks in.
I give her a wink and yank her body closer as I continue my feast and enjoy every second of it. It doesn’t take long before she’s a blubbering mess, my little fiend already chasing another high.
“That’s it, baby.” I reach up and pinch her nipple, and she lets out a surprised gasp. “Fuck my face and make yourself come like the needy whore you are.”
Just as I feel her walls start to flutter around me, I slide my fingers out in one smooth motion and slip them into her mouth. My mouth stays locked on her pussy as I coax one final orgasm from her quivering body.
A satisfied smile spreads across my face as I climb back up to sit beside her, helping her back into her pajama shorts. She blinks up at me dreamy-eyed and boneless, and I almost laugh when she reaches for my zipper. She can barely keep her eyes open after what I just put her through. I don’t know where she thinks she’s going to find the energy to return the favor.
That’s not what tonight was about anyway. Tonight was about her. About showing her just how far I like to take things and her taking every bit of it, then giving me exactly what I didn’t know I needed in return.
As I stare down at the woman who’s always been my dream girl, I can officially confirm what I’ve always suspected… She’s my perfect match.
The high-pitched music grows louder, dragging my attention back to the movie. “Oh shit, I fucking hate this part.” I tug her closer, grinning as her laugh spills all around me, wrapping around my heart like a warm blanket. “Get your ass over here and hold me.”
And just like that, we fall back into the same comfortable rhythm as before.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Luka
Despite my aching blue balls that feel like fucking rocks clanging together, there’s a spring in my step this morning. Last night was even better than I could’ve imagined. And trust me, I’ve had plenty of material to pull from, considering I’ve been having wet dreams about the girl since I was twelve.
Who could’ve guessed that my sweet and innocent childhood best friend would be the one to actually match my freak? She may be a little naive and inexperienced, but goddamn was she eager to learn. Hell, just the looks she was giving me over dinner, she was practically begging to be corrupted.
And corrupt her I did.
Holy shit. I wince as my shirt rubs against my sore skin. I wasn’t the least bit surprised when I woke up to the wicked scratch marks Scout left all over my back. Who knew she could be so feisty? I’m not ashamed of them; hell, I wish I could show them off. I fucking love wearing her marks. But I’m pretty sure that’d get me written up for an HR violation in a heartbeat. Good thing most of my work shirts are black.
My balls are twitching just thinking about how fucking hot last night was. Last night I went easy on her because I didn’t want to overwhelm her too badly. But I fully intend on going back for seconds the first chance I get.
I shift the box of donuts, balancing them on my knee, so I can press the elevator button. I’m in such a good mood, I even got up early this morning and stopped to grab coffee and donuts before touching base for the festival.
Normally, I’d make an excuse to get out of it, but I knew I needed to get out of the house and make myself busy; otherwise, I’d just be stalking Scout on the camera all day. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but now that I know I’ll be coming home to her tonight, it definitely eases some of my nervous energy.
The elevator pings as the doors open, and I’m greeted by Roman’s assistant. “Good morning, Mr. Kingsley. Everyone’s waiting in boardroom three.”
I check my watch, seeing I’m only five minutes late. “Thank you… uh…” My mind goes blank on her name.
