“Suck on them until I say to stop.”
Her clit’s begging for attention when I lash my tongue over it. She sucks on my fingers, teeth scraping at them like she’s desperate to get her ass spanked. I push them further into her mouth, making her gag.
Blowing a harsh breath across her pink pussy, I arch a brow, daring her to keep it up. Some of the fire in her dies just enough that she begins running her tongue up and down my fingers obediently, flicking the skin between each one. My groin tightens, a wet sensation seeping into my briefs as I gush precum, the urge to shove myself inside of her stabbing at me.
When I yank my fingers from her mouth, I don’t give her the chance to speak before jamming two inside her tight walls. She spreads for me instantly, stretching around the intrusion with ease.
“It’s like you’ve been dreaming of this for just as long, Tilly,” I grunt, rotating my wrist. “So eager and fucking soaked. Don’t be shy. I want to hear how filthy that mouth gets when I’ve got my fingers jammed inside this cunt.”
Her responding whimper is cut off by the force of my hand. I slam my fingers to the knuckles, curling them before ripping them back out and doing it again. Over and over, I repeat the movement until her mouth is open so wide she has no choice but to let her pleasure spill free.
“Did you think this agreement would put you on top, hellcat? That I’d settle for one or two questions and accept them like they’re all I deserve?”
I move over her body and fist the bedding beside her head. The sheen across her neck and forehead is almost as intoxicating as the gripping of her walls around my fingers. She puffs out a quick breath, lashes fluttering. I bring my mouth to her ear, my voice stroking the back of it.
“I’m going to keep you here for hours. You’re going to come so many times you don’t remember what it’s like not to feel pleasure, and only after you’re so wrung out that you beg me to stop will I let you relax. You’ll be so exhausted that the answers to the rest of my questions will fall free on their own.”
“That’s cheating,” she says on a wavering exhale, arching beneath my body.
“I don’t care.”
I spread my fingers inside of her, scissoring them ruthlessly. The lost, dazed look in her eyes encourages me to keep going. I’ve never seen Tilly orgasm in front of me before, but I know she’s almost there. Her pussy sucks my fingers in like it wants them buried inside forever, and I answer by adding a third one.
“Rowe!”
“That’s it,” I grit out, working her faster, impossibly deeper. “Fuck. Keep gripping me like that. You give me this first one, and I’ll give you another. You’ll have more than this beautiful body can take, Tilly.”
Her chest heaves, nipples gleaming with those cocktease piercings. I fuck my fingers into her hard enough to have her body shifting up the bed, the gush of her arousal filling the room. My hips jerk against nothing, searching for something I refuse to take. My mouth waters before I lower myself to her chest and fill it with her tit.
The metal barbell presses against my tongue as I create a fierce suction around her nipple, moaning when I feel her come. She claws at my head, a soul-deep cry escaping her. I flick my tongue over her nipple before abandoning it and kissing her.
I swallow her pleasure and work her through her climax, keeping my fingers right where I have them. There’s liquid running down my wrist, and I’m nearly tempted enough to look at where else she’s dripping before she bites my lip, yanking it.
Grunting at the pulsing ache she leaves behind, I wrap my palm around her throat, keeping it there this time. She licks my sore lip and drags her hand down between our bodies and circles my wrist. I open my eyes to glare at her in warning, but she doesn’t try to stop me.
“Ask your question.”
I swallow a growl and let her press her fingertips beside mine. She traces where we’re connected before bringing her hand to her clit, rubbing it.
“Why didn’t you tell me you got married?”
She pauses for half a second before continuing. I move my fingers softly inside of her, my blood thumping in my ears as I wait for her answer. There’s guilt trickling into her gaze when she whispers her answer. Her hand drifts closer to where I’m touching her, brushing my skin.
“Because I didn’t want you to know until I could tell you in person. But years passed, and I never went home. I couldn’t have told you the right way.”
I tighten my jaw. “You could have called or sent another fucking letter.”
“It wouldn’t have been the same. I couldn’t explain myself to you properly that way.”
“There was nothing to explain. The truth would have been enough.”
I pull my fingers out to the tips and then push them back in. My anger’s slipping. It’s impossible to stop touching her like this, but the more I do, the harder I get. Tilly moves back to her clit, swirling it softly as I clamp my teeth together to keep from begging her to let me take my dick out.
She mewls, eyes attempting to shut before she forces them open again. “I didn’t have a good enough truth for you.”
“Why didn’t you ever bring him here?” I ask next, the words tasting sour.
“No more questions. I’ve already let you ask more than one.”
