Page 198 of Hide and Keep

Getting to my feet, I slip two of my own fingers into her soaked pussy, pumping in and out with a bit of an arc upward that runs my thumb up her crack.

Her ass bucks up again, driving me crazy. I want to bury myself in every part of her, including this ass.

“Crue, I’m making a mess,” she complains, only mildly convincing.

I press a kiss to the back of her neck. Against the skin, I whisper, “You better.”

On a moan, she lifts her head and for a second I think she’ll turn it over her shoulder so I can kiss her, but she doesn’t.

“Head down, ass up, Ever. I haven’t gotten enough to eat yet.” Not even close.

Almost instantly she drops her forehead to the table and sends her ass into the air for me.

I bite back a grin. This is how this morning should’ve gone. There’s nothing fake about any of this.

I replace my fingers with my thumb, stimulating her G-spot with it while my drenched fingers join hers at her clit, then I lean down to flatten my tongue against her asshole.

“Oh, God—” Ever’s words morph into incoherent noises.

Did she forget she told me to eat her ass the first day we met?

I didn’t.

Several strokes like that, then I run a soft tongue up and down until she relaxes there a bit. After I switch to figure eights, she’s loosened up enough for me to poke the puckered hole with the tip of my tongue.

“Fuck,” she pants.

Exactly what I was thinking, little bat.

Slowly, I start to tongue-fuck her asshole, paying close attention to her body for any sign she wants me to stop. Her deep moan spurs me on, so I grab her thigh and knead the flesh roughly. In my pants, my hard cock leaks, making me wish I had a third hand to jerk myself off. I’d come all over Ever’s ass, painting her in my cum, then I’d finger-fuck her ass with it, making sure I mark her in there, too.

I groan at the fantasy, setting off Ever’s climax. She comes harder than before. Keeping my hand where it is, just slowing my movements like Ever did after her first O, I gently withdraw my tongue to nibble her ass cheeks on their descent.

I kiss and suck down to her thighs, praising her for coming, for trusting me.

“You can stop,” I say as I pull my hand away from her cunt.

The hand beneath her goes limp but she doesn’t try removing her arm, fully collapsed on her mahogany dining room table.

That’s a sight I could get used to.

After I return her to her chair, I retrieve mine.

Settling into it again, I say, “I’d like to see your bear do that.”

Surprisingly, Ever chuckles. “You’re ridiculous.”

I look over at her and take a mental picture of the sight. Slumped in her chair like her backbone is made of gelatin, her black hair is damp at the hairline, she has a red imprint on her forehead, and I swear to God her eyes have stars in them. One thing’s wrong though. She’s too far away.

One-handed, I drag her chair a few inches closer to mine.

“Yeah? You’re delicious.” I jerk a nod at her. “Eat your steak salad before I hand-feed it to you.”

“I can feed myself,” she says, laughter infusing her voice.

I know she can…but I’d still do it for her if she let me.

After last night’s “feast,” Crue hasn’t let me get more than a foot away from him. At breakfast this morning, he practically kept me tucked against his side as we grabbed our food and left. My father didn’t try talking to me again but he doesn’t really need to. Anytime I’m in the manor, I can feel the anger rolling off him from several rooms away. I know he’s pissed. It’s sad he’s not pissed for my sake. I think that’d be the normal fatherly reaction to his daughter almost being raped. Unfortunately, my father’s not normal.

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