She’s not wearing anything beneath the denim. No panties. The sight of her bare cunt makes my cock hard as a rock. Predictably, it wants to be inside her. Her mouth. Her pussy. Anywhere warm and tight. I force myself to go slow, pulling the denim down until it’s free from her. She’s naked from the waist down. She’s still wearing her thin T-shirt, but it somehow looks even more illicit this way. Her nipples are hard knots beneath the fabric.

She’s still tense. Still nervous. This is new to her.

God, everything has been new to her. I’m an animal for fucking her when she’s been anxious and emotional, but this is how I can connect with her. This is the only way I can show her what’s happening inside me. I stroke my fingertips over the outside of her thighs and down her calves. And then move upward, inward, seeking that warm treasure.

She gasps when my fingers brush her folds. I have to tamp down a groan.

I tug her ass down to the edge of the chair. It’s the only way her legs can get wide enough to loop over my shoulders. And then I lean in and fast myself on her.

Her clit. That’s where I start because I’m not playing right now. I want her to feel this. To feel me. To shake with pleasure. Only then, when she’s close, do I stop and work my way down. Already liquid has started to escape. I lick it up, hungry, desperate for this, savoring the musk of this woman, groaning with satisfaction when I’m met with more wetness.

“Do you know how much I want you?” I say between strokes of my tongue.

She cries out, unable to speak.

With every stroke of my tongue, I show her the power she has over me. It may be too little, compared to the injustice society has forced on her. It may be too late after I made her get on her knees for me. But it’s honest. As honest as she was on the witness stand. She has power over me. Even though I want to lock her away, I’m the one in chains. I belong to her.

“Do you know how much I need you?” I demand, pushing two fingers inside her cunt, feeling her muscles contract around me. She’s close. I’ve been holding her back from climax, but soon she’ll go over. “Too much. Enough that it makes me into a terrible person.”

“No,” she gasps out.

I lick her again, harder with the flat of my tongue in retaliation. “Yes. I want to lock you up so that Joe Causey and his asshole lawyer can never even look at you, much less talk to you.”