Page 63 of Judgment

“You said no one else has licked your cunt,” another flick of my tongue, “are you sure that’s true?”

“Yes.” This answer is as immediate as the last.

I spread her wider with my thumbs, drawn in by the fact that my mouth is the first to taste her. That I’m the only man who’s felt her clit under my tongue. “I don’t like being lied to, Duchess.”

“It’s true.” She’s breathy. Voice pitched with desperation.

And she’s not the only one suffering. My cock is aching and my mouth is watering, tempting me to lean in and take what I want.

But I know better than to reward bad behavior.

I stand, spinning her away from me so her front is to the wall and my body is pressed to the back of hers, one hand at her neck and the other shoved tight between her thighs. “But you did lie to me about something, didn’t you?”

“No.” Her breaths are shallow and fast, but her body is still sagged against me, proving it’s not fear that’s making her heart race. “I didn’t lie.”

I grind against her ass, unable to resist the need for friction any longer. “You did.” I sink my teeth into the spot where her neck and shoulder meet, sucking hard, leaving another mark on her body. “When did you tell me your next shift at Platinum was?”

Paisley tries to wiggle against my palm, looking for relief. “I didn’t lie.”

“You did.” I can’t make it much more than a growl. I’m angry. Pissed she thinks she can lie to me. “I’m not someone you should lie to, Duchess.” I shift my hand and give her clit a little pinch, eliciting a whimpering cry that heats my blood and pulls my balls tight. “You won’t like what happens when I find out.” I pinch her again, my fingers slipping over her soaked skin.

She’s so hot. So wet. So ready for anything I want to give her.

It threatens the grip I have on the situation, tangling it with an unfamiliar need that clouds my mind and narrows my focus.

I pump against her backside again, but it’s not enough.

Not nearly enough.

I release her neck and unfasten my pants, freeing my aching dick before curling my palm back around her throat and pulling her against me. I lean into her back, sliding my cock along the cleft of her ass, groaning into her hair.

“I didn’t lie.” Paisley’s head rocks back to rest on my shoulder as I fuck against her skin.

“You did.” I grind it out between clenched teeth as I drag the underside of my cock against her softness, the crease of her ass hugging my shaft, the slickness leaking from me making every thrust better than the last. “You fucking lied to me, Paisley.”

“No.” She cries out, the ragged sound making me realize I’m working her pussy in time to my thrusts, fingers rubbing her clit hard and fast, making wet sounds that I can barely hear over the sound of my own grunts as I take what I want from her.

Paisley’s hands fly back to grip my body, one holding my thigh and the other fisting into my hair as she starts to shake. “Andre.”

“That’s right, Duchess.” I slide my hand to her chin, twisting her face toward mine. “Open your fucking eyes and look at me.”

She immediately obeys, hooded gaze locking onto my face as her lips part and her thighs clench at my hand, her whole body going tense.

Then she breaks. Her release soaking my fingers, nails breaking my skin, sweet voice calling my name as she rocks against my palm, riding out her climax as I shove my other hand between us and fist out my own with two hard pumps down my shaft, watching as my cum spurts across her ass.

I stare down at the lines splashed over Paisley’s skin and fight the urge to rub my hand through them, spread my cum over her body.

I take a step back, leaving her to sag against the wall even though all I want to do is pull her against me.

I put another step between us and reach down to refasten my pants. “Get dressed,” I don’t look at her when she turns toward me, “and come to my office.”

Then I walk out.

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