Page 49 of Hard to Judge

I wait for her outburst and indignation, but she stays obediently silent. Arlo rolls his lips together and clamps them between his teeth.

“Now, this is more like it.” I gesture Hailey forward to the spot on either side of my thighs. “Stand here.”

She obeys quickly, putting her cunt within reach of my mouth and hands. That naughty glimmer still flickers in her gaze. It won’t be there long.

“Tell me your safe word, sunshine.”

“Aria.” Her smirk tells me she doesn’t think she’ll need it. We’ll see.

I snap my fingers and point at the couch. “Arlo, sit.”

He complies without a word.

“Right foot on the coffee table, Hailey.” She lifts her leg and sets her foot on the stone table to my left. The move opens her most intimate parts to me. “Such a pretty pussy. I’d hate to make it bleed.”

Her breath catches, but not a whimper escapes the shocked O of her mouth. Then her breaths come quick and panicked. They flutter her belly and flare her ribs.

I know she hates the sight of blood. I just don’t know why. I don’t like not knowing things about her.

With a quick jerk, I slap the flat of my finger across her cunt. The crack of flesh on flesh fills our intimate space. Her mouth snaps shut, and her frantic breathing evens out.

“I know you have an aversion to blood. I also know that before we’re finished here, you’ll beg me to make you bleed. You won’t fear it because it’s from you and given by me in the name of your pleasure.” I hike a brow. “Nod if you understand.”

Tears slip from her eyes, but she nods like a warrior preparing for battle.

“Wipe your tears and give them to me.” She does, and I suck them off her fingers one at a time. Far, far longer than necessary,I devour her digits. I let my own map the slopes of her feet, the knobs of her ankles, the dip of her knees, the cream of her thighs, the jut of her hips.

I release her last finger and manipulate her hand until she’s flipping me off. Slowly, so she realizes what I’m doing, I shove her finger across her distended clit and into her wet cunt. “Hold it right there. Let it soak for me.”

She clamps her lips tighter and nods in a desperate attempt to hold back a sound.

“Good, needy little slut,” I praise.

Her neck arches, and she draws a deep breath through her nose. She lets it out for a long time.

The top of her breasts has gone red without even a hint of play, which is a shame I haven’t paid them attention. I smack the underside of her breasts in tandem several times.

Hailey’s hips twitch, but her hand stays perfectly still while her breaths grow labored with a hint of a whine trapped behind her clamped lips.

I hold her reddened breasts and pinch her nipples. They roll beautifully between my unforgiving fingers.

My dick weeps in my pants and pulses uncomfortably against my waistband. I release a groan, letting her know how much I appreciate her submission. I smack the tops of her full breasts, making sure to strum contact against her nipples.

“You are the best girl. Dirty and needy, but so good for me. I bet you’re good for Arlo too, creaming all over his dick, his tongue, his fingers.” I smack and pinch her tits on repeat as her breath shuttles faster in and out of her lungs. She’s so close to coming.

Too close.

I stop touching her altogether. She holds back a whine, but just barely. “Give me your finger.”

Hailey pulls it from her pussy and rolls her hand, so she’s flipping me off.

My laugh is buffeted against her wet finger as I slide it into my mouth and suck it clean. “Face away from me and get on all fours, naughty girl.”

The vixen stares at me over her shoulder as she drops down to her hands and knees, one of each on either side of my outstretched legs.

Her ass is… “Fucking phenomenal.” And only a few inches from my chest.

I smack it and watch the ripple of her flesh. Beside me, Arlo banks a groan while Hailey catches a squeal, strangling it like I want her to on my leaking dick.

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