Warren’s eyes widened at the realization of what I was admitting.

“Poor babygirl,” Warren said in a mocking tone. “Eating pussy is a pleasure. Seeing a woman come apart because of your tongue is the best thing a man could witness. Your taste alone is divine.” His fingers hooked inside me. “Your first. So sinfully perfect for me.”

Without another word, he descended on me again. That’s when it started to be clear why this was a punishment.

Warren was skilled with his hands and tongue and knew how to make me come over and over again without breaking a sweat.

But Warren eating pussy?

He was like a fucking animal. He would move from savoring me to devouring me, barely giving me enough time to breathe before pulling another orgasm from me.

At some point, I had gripped onto his hair, but I wasn’t sure if it was to pull away from him or to bring him closer.

I was losing myself in the pleasure. Losing myself in him.

That was the whole point.

I was his. All his, and no one could take me away from him.

It was a painful reminder that no matter what type of monster Warren was, I was all too eager to be consumed by him.

By the time he pulled away, I was six orgasms in, and my body was tapping out.

“You got more in you, babygirl,” he muttered, looking up at me. His fingers were gentle as they circled my clit. “One more and I will consider us done here.”

His words were so… loving. They caressed my skin, pulling a final orgasm from me so tenderly I could do nothing but sink into its warmth.

I must have looked a mess. My dress askew, my hair tangled. But Warren looked up at me as if I was the prize he’d rightfully won.

And fuck, did he make me feel like it.

* * *

I leaned back into the soft leather of the passenger seat, desperately trying to forget how Warren’s tongue felt between my legs. Not just that, but the way he fucking worshiped me, making me come over and over again—and enjoying it.

Enjoying me in every way. Like no one else ever had.

The rough, passionate, hard fuck was normal… But this? It had my mind whirling. My body was on edge. I didn’t know how much of this I could stand.

And he hadn’t expected anything in return. Just my pleasure and mine alone.

I wish he’d just fuck me already.

If he had a single month with me, I thought he’d try to take advantage of every single moment. But he really was making me suffer in the most bizarre way possible.

Fucking effective, though.

He was breaking down my walls. Making me forget why I was here in the first place. It was intentional. That much I knew. Warren never did anything without purpose.