“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, settling between my legs. “So soft, so perfect. I dream about this pussy, kitten. Every fucking night. And then I wake up hard and desperate for you.”
Tristan leaned closer, his breath hot against my core, warm air ghosting over my slick folds. I trembled, my hands gripping the sheets as he gripped me tightly, his fingers digging into my thighs.
“Already so wet for me. Fuck, I can smell how much you want this.”
He slid his tongue through my folds with aching slowness and groaned, the sound vibrating through me.
“Taste so fucking good,” he praised between licks. “So sweet and wet. This pussy was made for my mouth.”
He worked me methodically, his tongue exploring every sensitive spot. When he reached my clit, circling it with the tip of his tongue, I arched off the bed, crying out with the intensity of my need.
“That’s it,” he praised. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”
He worked me with his mouth and fingers, praising me between strokes of his tongue.
“Taste so sweet, kitten.”
“So fucking responsive.”
“Absolutely drenched for me.”
Each word sent heat spiraling through me, but it was the devotion in his voice that undid me, like he was worshipping me, and my body was the altar.
When he slipped a finger inside me, I gasped at the intrusion.
“So tight, kitten. Gripping my finger so hard.” He added a second finger, stretching me as he pumped them slowly. “Can you take more? Can you take what I want to give you?”
“Yes,” I breathed. “Please, yes.”
He curled his fingers inside me, finding those nerves that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
“There you are,” he murmured smugly, working that spot until I was writhing beneath him. “So fucking perfect, aren’t you, kitten?”
I couldn’t form words, could only clutch at his shoulders as he dragged me higher and higher. Behind him, I heard Cole’s ragged breathing, the quiet rustle of fabric as he shifted in his chair.
“Please—” The word tore from my throat.
“Tell me what you need,” Tristan whispered against my core. “Use your words.”
I couldn’t say it, couldn’t beg him to let me come. My stupid fucking pride was going to end this farce.
“All right, kitten.” His voice was gentle, so sad, it broke my heart again. “Maybe I don’t deserve your pleas yet. So first, I’m gonna make you come so hard, you forget everything else exists.”
He worked that spot relentlessly, his fingers pumping and curling while his mouth devoured my clit. The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside me mixed with my desperate moans.
“Look at you,” he said against my flesh. “So fucking gorgeous when you’re spread open for me, this greedy little pussy taking my fingers so well.”
I closed my eyes as the memory of Cole’s degradation cut through Tristan’s praise, his cruelty balancing Tristan’s sweetness, making me feel like I’d earned each word of devotion.
From the chair, I heard the rub of fabric against skin. My eyes flicked to Cole to see his cock in his hand, thick and flushed, precum dripping from the tip as he stroked himself to the sight of us.
Tears blurred my vision. He wanted me even now, even after throwing me away, but wanting me and choosing me weren’t the same.
Tristan added a third finger, stretching me wide as he pumped them harder. His mouth was relentless on my clit, sucking and licking until I was writhing beneath him.
“I’m—oh God, I’m going to?—”
“Come for me, kitten. Come on my tongue. Show me who makes you feel this good.”