A heavy smack to her ass. “What do you call me?”
“Sir?” she replied.
“Better, much better,” he said with satisfaction.
“Why did you stop, Sir?”
“Because you were about to come and tonight you have to earn your pleasure. Reach back and part your butt cheeks for me.”
Jessa turned her head to the side as she reached around and pulled her cheeks apart. It was silly to feel embarrassed, he’d just had his tongue on her asshole for God’s sake, but she couldn’t stop the heat from rising in her cheeks as she held herself open to him, putting herself completely on display.
“Very nice,” he told her. He prodded at her asshole with a lubricated finger, pushing it slowly inside her. In and out. Over and over.
Jessa fought not to move, not to thrust her hips back onto that single digit. Damien pus
