Chapter TwentyTristan’s POVShe is still trembling on the bed, thighs slick and shiny from how hard she just came on my tongue. Her pussy is puffy, flushed dark pink, still twitching from the aftershocks. I stand there stroking my cock slowly, watching her chest rise and fall, those pretty tits moving with every breath.“Time to fill that pussy up…” I murmur, voice low and rough, “…the way it fucking deserves.”Andrea looks up at me with glassy eyes, lips parted, cheeks flushed. There is no fear in her gaze anymore like it used to be. Just raw, hungry need. The boldness in her earlier, walking into my room, touching me, begging me to punish her, is doing dangerous things to my control.I wanted to keep the silent treatment going. I really did. Make her feel the weight of ruining my comeback in front of that bastard, Marcus. But the moment she spread herself over my lap and asked me not to go easy, my cock betrayed me. It has been hard since the rooftop dinner, and now it is throbbing
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