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She claims all of me with her mouth as she slides up and down the length of me. Her tongue finds my piercing and flicks over it. Ecstasy rushes through me.
I reach my hand down, trying to find a way to pleasure her as she does this. She can’t be comfortable on her knees like that, gagging on my cock…
She pushes my hand away. “Please, let me.”
Her words couldn’t be any clearer. This moment is about my pleasure, not hers.
I nod, even though it kills me. But as her mouth pulls me in and out, I’m lost to only thinking about how fucking good this feels. I don’t feel anything else. No other memories pop into my head.
I’ve gotten countless blow jobs before, but none that ever felt like this.
My hand sinks into her hair. “I’m going to—”
She grins around me, and I explode down her throat.
“Lily!” I cry out as warm cum shoots into her.
She holds me in her mouth until the orgasm ripples through me completely. Then she stands, the biggest smile on her lips. But it’s not bigger than the smile on mine.
She grabs the hem of my wet shirt and peels it off, tossing it in a puddle on the shower floor.
Grabbing a bottle of body wash from behind me, she squirts some on me and then herself. Neither of us scrubs our bodies. We let the water run the soap over us and stare at each other in awe.
When the soap is gone, she turns off the shower, and I grab us towels. A moment later, we’re climbing into bed, dried and with towels wrapped around ourselves. As our backs rest against the headboard and our legs splay out in front of us, we sit in silence for a moment.
“You don’t have to tell me what happened, but I need to know who I’m going to kill,” she says.
I turn and face her. She really doesn’t care to know the details. She’s not begging to hear my trauma. Or to try to heal me, even though that shower alone went a long way toward healing me. She didn’t coddle me. She laughed with me. She took care of me without making it too intimate.
“My punishment was not physical torture; my life was not threatened—I wasn’t held down and raped.” I look away, forcing myself to continue. I love her, and she deserves to know everything—one story at a time.
“But you’ve already figured that part out.” I look back to her. She folds her legs to her chest and hugs herself, instinctually not touching me while I relive tonight.
“They sent me to a bar, where I was to meet a woman by the name of Heather Truce. She’s married to the leader of the Blackfire gang. They’re a rival gang who stole a shipment of our weapons last year.”
“Retribution is required,” she whispers.
I nod. “My mission was simple—seduce her, take her back to the hotel room, and film myself fucking her in the dirtiest ways possible.”
“Then send it to her husband.”
I nod.
She reaches out, touching my hand softly, but I pull it back. She bites her lip and tucks her hand back around herself, realizing her mistake at once.
I wince. I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable touching me, but I just can’t handle it in this moment.
“You should hate me. I fucked another woman tonight. And then I let you suck my cock like I love you,” I say.
“You do love me. You didn’t want to fuck that woman.”
“And yet I did fuck her!” I growl, panting. “I fucked her! Do you hear me? I fucked another woman.”
She shakes her head, her eyes sharp with determination. “You were forced to sleep with her. You didn’t want to.”
“But I did…” my hands tremble, and my eyes water as I look at her. They threatened to take turns raping Lilith if I didn’t. But I don’t allow myself to say those words out loud.
“And even if this time was forced, I’ve willingly done it before.”
