Chapter Twenty
Tristan’s POV
She is still trembling on the bed, thighs slick and shiny from how hard she just came on my tongue. Her p***y is puffy, flushed dark pink, still twitching from the aftershocks. I stand there stroking my c**k slowly, watching her chest rise and fall, those pretty t**s moving with every breath.
“Time to fill that p***y up…” I murmur, voice low and rough, “…the way it f*****g 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 c
