“I-I’m not—” I started, mortified and so turned on I could barely think.
His fingers traced higher, gathering the slick evidence from my skin. Then he brought two thick fingers right up between my spread cheeks, coating them in my juices. He held them in front of my face.
“Open your mouth and taste how much of a liar you are,” he ordered.
I whimpered, but parted my lips. He pushed his fingers inside, letting me suck my own tangy, sweet arousal off them. The taste of my desperation made me moan loudly around his digits.
“That’s it. Suck them clean, you filthy little slut.” His voice was darker now, thicker with lust. “You came in here owing rent, stressed as hell, and the second you see me you start creaming like a b***h in heat. You need this pain… but you need my c**k even more, don’t
