Page 511 of Lessons in Cruelty

Guess we’re both learning.

“More spit,” I tell her, tightening the fist in her hair for emphasis.

She throws me another one of those doe-eyed glances and then draws away just long enough to let more spit trickle out of her mouth.

Jesus, I nearly go into cardiac arrest. Dead at twenty-two, what a fucking tragedy.

I should stop her. I need to stop her.

Why the fuck aren’t I stopping her?

Because I had my fingers in her mouth a few seconds ago, holding down her tongue so she’d just fucking stop talking, and ever since then, all I could think about was coming down the back of her throat.

I rip her head away, because I’d just been about to do exactly that. She gasps, grabbing my wrist, throwing me a pained, angry look, but I just push her onto my cock again so she doesn’t think I was waiting for her to give me an opinion on the matter.

She immediately goes back to sucking, and I swear she’s still trying to drive home the whole ‘is this how you do it?’ bit, because her teeth scrape over my dick like she’s forgotten rule number one.

Before I can say anything, she gives me a wide-eyed, apologetic glance, and squirms her tongue against the spot.

I squeeze my eyes closed.

Watching her is getting me too close, too fast. At least with my eyes closed⁠—

They spring open almost immediately.

Nope, that definitely makes it worse. I mean better…which makes it worse.

When I lock back onto her, and she pulls back at that exact moment to give my shaft a long, slow lick, her eyes closed like she’s savoring it…

She’s mine.

Fucking mine.

I’ll kill anyone who touches her. I’ll punch them for even looking at her.

I’ll…

Sweet Jesus, I’m so fucking close.

She glances over at me, peels her lips away from her teeth and gently, so fucking gently, scrapes them over my shaft.

“That hurt?”

I swear to God, I can’t tell if she’s faking anymore. The curiosity on her face seems to be genuine.

It takes phenomenal effort to shake my head.

Eyes still locked with mine, she drags her tongue up my shaft. “But this is better?”

There’s a gleam in her blue eyes. Not mischief, but this kind of lustful joy like she’s finally getting the answer to all those burning questions she’s had for so long.

Exactly how I feel right now.

What would it be like having Haven fucking Lee sucking my cock and asking me if I like it? I mean, sure, I was down her throat in the library the other day, and it was fucking exceptional…but it was also rough, and over way too quick.

“Much better,” I say in a gravelly voice.

That blue-eyed gaze of hers feels like a hook tethered to the base of my spine as she leans closer to the crown of my cock, studying me. “What about this?”