Page 95 of Righteous Deceit

“Drawing.” I drop the charcoal to the table and rub my dirty hand over my naked thigh, transferring the black marks from one part of my skin to another.

“What are you drawing?”

I close my sketchbook and shrug.

“Did you sleep?”

I shake my head, noticing that the sun is rising and the stars have long since disappeared. “What time is it?”

“Almost six.”

My eyes widen.

“Why didn’t you sleep?”

“My body felt too electric. I felt like I was buzzing.”

He stares at me. “Are you okay?”

I smile. “I’m amazing.”

His eyelids drop. “You are amazing.”

We stare at one another for a long-drawn-out moment.

“Are you gonna try to get some rest, or would you be okay if I sat between your thighs and ate your pussy?”

I cough in surprise.

He waits a beat. “You gonna answer me?”

“I’m not going to rest.”

He pushes off the doorframe, his lips stretching open in a wide grin. “I was hoping you’d say that.”

“We can go inside if you want.” I move to stand, but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Stay where you are.”

I lower back down.

Dropping to his knees in front of me, he’s not triggered by the stenciled concrete beneath his skin. He grabs hold of both my calves, lifts and spreads, dropping my legs over the arms of the chair with precision.

Eyes rolling back in his head, he tips his face to the sky and groans aloud. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”

Leaning forward, I cup his jaw, pulling his face down to meet his eyes. “Diego?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Don’t ever talk about the fact that you’ve seen another pussy before mine.”

He grins. “Yours is the only one that matters, Sia.”

I release his face and smile.

“Are you sore?” He turns his attention to the center of my thighs, his fingers trailing tenderly along my inner thighs.

“Just a little.”

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