Page 115 of His Reckoning

A minute ago, she was ready to burn the laptop out of pure stubbornness. Now she’s typing like she’s afraid the words might disappear if she slows down.

And the best part?

She refuses to look at me, which tells me everything I need to know.

I move my hand back between her legs and push my fingers back inside of her. I see the relief wash over her like she thought I might not oblige.

But I leave my fingers still as I watch her write. She starts to slow down, her pace nearly coming to a halt. But she still won’t look at me.

“Keep writing,” I demand. “I’ll give you more when I feel like you’ve earned it.”

I’m pushing my luck here.

But she continues to write. She focuses on her screen while her fingers move at a rapid pace. The words clearly come to her withalmost no effort. She bites on her bottom lip, like even she’s affected by the scene unfolding before her.

I push my fingers in all the way and move them directly onto the spot I already know she likes.

She gasps and moans … but never stops typing.

“Good girl, Kayla,” I praise as I move my thumb to her clit. “I think you just earned yourself some more pleasure.”

I work my fingers inside of her while simultaneously rubbing her clit with my thumb. She is back to panting and wiggling her little ass closer to me, like she’s begging for me.

All the while … she keeps typing.

I play this game for a while, retreating … giving it back to her. Increasing the pressure when she never falters.

But now I need to feel her come all over my fingers. The urge is so strong that I may actually blow in my pants like a damn teenager.

I shift my weight forward until my face is exactly where it wants to be … in between her legs, breathing in the scent of her arousal.

“Good job, Kayla. Just one more thing before I let you come,” I breathe over her clit. “Tell me you want me.”

Her glare could probably burn a hole through me. For a moment, she says nothing, just breathes like she’s trying to outlast me.

Then her shoulders drop slightly. A quiet, frustrated sound leaves her throat.

“You’re such an ass,” she breathes. Her eyes meet mine again, and this time, the words slip out. “I want you.”

That’s all I need. My lips wrap around her clit, and I suck like a man starved. I push my fingers back in and move them furiously inside of her while sucking and licking like my life depends on it.

It feels like it does.

I feel Kayla toss the laptop to the side. Her hands move into my hair, and she grips it hard. Really fucking hard. Hard enough that I know she’s trying to hurt me.

But, fuck, I love the pain. It’s hot, and it only spurs me on more. I shake my head back and forth against her clit, and she goes off.

She lifts her ass off the cushion and shoves my face harder against her pussy while she screams my name loud enough that if I had any neighbors on this floor, they’d surely hear it.

Her body slowly sinks back against the couch cushion, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

For a moment, neither of us moves. The only sound in the room is the ragged rhythm of our breathing. I pull back, dragging the back of my hand across my mouth as I sit up on my heels, trying to steady the pulse hammering through my body.

Kayla’s eyes stay closed for a few seconds longer, her fingers still tangled in my hair, like she forgot they were there.

Then she opens them, and reality crashes back in. Her gaze drops to the floor, to the couch, then to me still kneeling in front of her, and the shift is immediate.

Her hands shove roughly against my shoulders, pushing me back as she sits up fast.