Page 41 of Degradation
She squeals once.
Twice.
Thrice.
And then her entire body relaxes, her arms and legs going slack. Her eyes are closed and she’s panting hard.
She doesn’t say anything as I ease my little finger out of her, and move from the bed, but her hand shoots out, making me pause.
When she finally opens her eyes and looks at me, I see more than a little gratitude in her exhausted face.
I think she’s going to thank me, but instead she leans over and kisses the only part of me that she can reach, my forearm.
It’s oddly sweet.
‘Don’t leave?’ she whispers.
I shake my head. ‘I just need to grab something from my room. I’ll come back in a minute, okay?’
She nods, her eyes closing again.
I cover her with the blanket and leave her.
Blake’s room is open and he’s sitting in his chair, staring at Daisy’s door with longing. I know that face. He’s frustrated and jealous as fuck.
I smirk at him, giving him a wink as I stick the middle finger that was just playing with Daisy’s pussy in my mouth and suck on it appreciatively.
His deep scowl is worth whatever he decides to do to get me back.
‘Cover her mouth next time,’ he spits. ‘She woke up the whole fucking house when she came.’
‘Which time?’ I chuckle, releasing my middle finger with a pop and raising it just for him. ‘What’s wrong? She giving you the cold shoulder, bro?’
His eyes narrow. ‘Fuck you, Mav.’
‘No, fuckyou, Blake.’
He lets out a dark laugh. ‘You think you’re special because she let you into her pants again? It’s not hard. I could go over there right now and have her eating out of my hand, same as you. But I figured it’s not really the right time since she almost gotrapedthe other night. Never thought I’d be more of a gentleman where us two are concerned.’
He’s pissed because he thinks I took advantage of her? This is new for Blake.
I step forward, done playing this game.
‘That’s not how it was, or how it is,’ I say, lowering my voice.
‘No?’
‘No.’
I look back at the closed door and step into Blake’s room.
‘She asked me to make her feel good. I wasn’t...I wasn’t going to.’
‘Then why did you?’ he hisses.
‘Because she told me she could still feel where their hands had been!’ I explode in a hushed whisper.
‘Fuck, Blake, she said she tried to scrub them off in the shower and it didn’t work. What was I supposed say? ‘No, sorry, it’s not the right time. Maybe next week?’ Fuck you! Did I enjoy it? Did I like that beautiful girl asking me to make her forget? Did I love the way she ground her pussy against my mouth? The way she screamed my name? Hells yeah, I did and I’m not going to apologize for it!’
