Page 93 of The Vigilant

“Please, Daddy.” Her head tipped up. “Please taste me.”

My jaw pulsed. “Sit on the bed and spread your legs.”

Heat oozed like burning embers in her stare as she went to the bedroom and positioned herself on the edge of the mattress. Without hesitation or question—hell, with the kind of power she seemed to know she held over me—Sutton spread her legs wide, again like a queen demanding I worship at the altar of her cunt.

And I went to her like a fucking slave.

I stood in front of her, my cock straining like I hadn’t just unloaded all over the shower. I cupped her chin, hungry for the blue fire in her stare. I breathed deep, my lungs burning with the sweet scent of her arousal, my mouth watering for a taste, and lowered to my knees.

“Good girl,” I murmured.

Her chin gave a small jerk, freeing me from her stare. I lowered my fingers from her face, following their path down the column of her throat, along the center of her sternum, over the edge of those tattoos, and the firm flat of her stomach until I reached her thighs.

With both hands, I gripped her soft flesh, holding her legs spread so I could look at my fill.

“Fuck,” I groaned, seeing her slick cunt spread in front of me. “That’s a wet fucking pussy you have for me, little wasp.”

And I’d just made it even wetter.

Slowly, I moved my hands higher, watching her expression start to crack under the weight of her want.

“Please,” she whimpered when my fingers reached the crease at the top of her legs.

“Please what?” My teeth were locked so tight it was a miracle my words were comprehensible.

“Please, Daddy.” Her eyes squeezed shut, like her need was a physical wound bleeding its vulnerability everywhere.

A low sound erupted from my chest. “Spread your legs wider. Let me see how much your tiny little cunt is weeping for me.”

Her feet scooted wider, giving my big shoulders a little more room to sink into as I lowered my head between her thighs.

At some point, I stopped breathing oxygen and started living only on the scent of her. Her heady, hot honey soaked not only the folds of her pussy but every breath I took, infusing my lungs with the vulnerability of a woman who should never be mine.

But I was too far gone. Too damned to do anything but enjoy the taste of eternal damnation as I devoured my best friend’s daughter.

My hand at the top of her thigh slid between us to spread her open for me. To bare the swollen berry of her clit to my touch.

“So fucking beautiful.”

I felt her sharp inhale underneath my palm, the frantic thud of her pulse barreling up the sides of her neck against my fingertips.

“Don’t forget I’m not done punishing you yet,” I rasped, a warning for her and a reminder to myself.

And then I set my mouth to her.

She was like a ripe fruit under my lips, split open and full of sweet juice, the skin so tender and bursting at the touch. For minutes, I knew nothing but the taste and feel of her. My mouth mapped every inch of her cunt like I was charting territory now marked as mine.

Like a wild animal, she bucked against me as I tongued her clit. She grabbed the back of my head with one hand, nails scoring my nape as she tried to pull me closer. But this wasn’t a fair fight, and her strength was no match for mine.

So instead, she suffered at the mercy of my mouth. Held prisoner by my hand around her throat and my hold on her waist, I licked and sucked my fill of her sweetness, groaning with pleasure until my own chest started to ache.

Every time she begged, I scored her clit with my teeth, causing her to hiss as her body entered the ether between pleasure and pain.

The ether where I’d resided for days.

Again and again, I drew her closer to pleasure as though I were casting a line and reeling her in only to set her free and start the chase all over.

I did that until she trembled. Until her body glistened with sweat. Until she begged.

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