Page 121 of Renard's Deliverance

“What about you? Any hard limits?” she asked.

He grunted. “I don’t like humiliation, either. And while I’ll happily make you come at the club if you want, I won’t be fucking you there. I want that to be just between the two of us.”

Oh. She liked that.

He pushed her legs apart and ran his fingers along her slit before pushing one finger inside her.

She slumped against the counter as he pushed his finger in and out of her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she moaned, leaning against the counter as her legs grew weak.

In and out his finger moved. Slowly and steadily.

“You are nice and wet. What a good girl for me.”

That was her. Such a good girl.

Actually, she didn’t think that anyone had ever called her a good girl before him.

Suddenly, he drew his finger out of her pussy.

“Noo,” she cried. “Don’t stop.”

“Not stopping, baby.” Turning her, he lifted her onto the counter.

She squealed as her hot ass touched the cool counter. “Ow! My butt hurts.”

“Good,” he murmured with a wicked grin.

“You are so mean,” she told him.

“Yep. I am.” Placing his hand around the back of her head, he took her mouth with his again.

It didn’t take long until she had forgotten about her sore bottom as he made the world disappear.

“Hands behind you again. I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if you move them.”

“I’ll do it. I’m a good fucking girl after all,” she said with a grin.

“We’ll see. Not sure you can be all that good for long.”

“Hey! I take offense to that.”

“Do you?”

Nah. Not really. It was basically the truth.

He settled between her legs and moved his mouth along her jawline, then down her neck to where it met her shoulder.

A shiver ran through her.

That felt sooo good.

His mouth moved lower, down to her breasts. Taking one nipple into his mouth, he sucked.

Oh God.

“Please, please,” she begged.

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