His free hand clamped around her thigh, and he pulled her close, licking faster. Eden gave an indignant squeal and shoved his shoulder. He didn’t budge an inch. She slumped back against the table and the sensation of him licking her was so offensive that for the first time, she considered using her safe word. But as he lapped, her revulsion shifted to pride. This guy had violated their arrangement to go down on her, to worship her pussy. She watched him work, the hat making it all the easier to pretend it wasn’t Willow. As he drew lightly on her clit, stars swirled behind her eyes.

“No,” she whispered, clawing at the table.

He didn’t pull away. His fingers pulsed slower in that familiar, Willow rhythm, drawing her orgasm from her bones.

“No, please...”

The night spun around her, tightening over her face like a mask and she came, orgasm tearing through her. He finger-fucked her as she came, making her shriek, her legs rattling on the table. The instant she was done, she scrambled backward, trying to close her legs. “That was… I’m sorry. That went too far.”

Sloan didn’t say a word. He stood slowly, making her think of Godzilla rising from the ocean. Willow yanked down his sweatpants and his fat cock swung above her.

“Put your mouth on me.”

She swallowed, the aftershocks of her orgasm making it hard not to say ‘fuck me, instead.’ “N-no!”

He gripped the back of her head, pulling her forward.

“No—”

The head of his cock tapped against her lips, and she did what came naturally, drawing him deep.

“Yesssss,” he hissed, fist tightening in her hair. “Suck me, Jenna.”

She obeyed and as she worked, she found Willow again. Here he still smelled like clean, nice boy. He was freshly washed and had neatly trimmed hair as surely this pig of a man wouldn’t. She ran her tongue along the head of his cock trying not to be too eager.

He reached down, squeezing her tit. “You’re so hungry for dick, aren’t you?”

He said it softly, almost lovingly. Reaching down, he pulled her hair tight, staring into her face. His lip curled. “You little whore.”

Eden whimpered, her mouth stretched wide around his shaft. It was humiliating, but she felt compelled to keep going—he made me come, I have to suck his cock…

“That’s it, baby. You wanna swallow my come, don’t you?”

“Ngghhh.”

“You do. But I’ve got other plans for you tonight.”

He withdrew, letting her mouth fall shut. Eden swallowed. “What do you—”

“You’ll see.” He picked her up like she was nothing, dumping her onto her couch. “Arch your back.”

“But—”

“Enough.” He arranged her on all fours. “You need to get fucked. You need it worse than you need cash.”

She looked over her shoulder. “But—”

He grabbed her neck, forcibly turning her around. “I’m done waiting.”