Page 105 of Split You Open

“Rewarding you, baby girl,” I push her towel up, over her hips, before I hike her thighs over my forearms. The move pushes her ass and pussy up into my face. “You finally opened up, now you’ll get a reward for that.”

“Reward, how—oh!”

My tongue runs through her pussy all the way back to her backdoor. The answering full body spasm and hearty moan gets me even harder.

“Do my punishments turn you on, baby girl?” I ask, breathing against her pussy.

A shiver works down Blair’s body.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly.

I hum in approval.

Without waiting to stretch this out any longer for the both of us, I get to work eating Blair out from behind.

I eat like a starving man.

Her arousal is rich and delicious, flavor exploding on my tongue like a three-star Michelin meal. A deep, pleased rumble reverberates through me as I sink my tongue deep into Blair’s pussy.

“Oh, shit, Wes!” Blair cries out. Her groan is followed by her shoving her pussy back into my face.

Blair rocks and moans. My favorite sound is when she cries out my name. Sometimes it’s a chant, other times it’s a curse. My second favorite sound is her whimper of need. It’s cute which is at odds with the woman it comes from.

She comes undone on my tongue. Her cry is choked off as she buries her face in my sheets, but I don’t need vocal confirmation that I’ve done a good job. Her body shakes hard as she rocks her hips back. And her pussy?

It drenches the lower half of my face as Blair finds her release.

It’s not until she’s limp that I pull my face from between her legs.

“Holy shit…” she murmurs as she turns her head to look back at me as I rise to my knees.

I wipe my mouth with my forearm. “C’mon, let’s get to bed.”

“Wait, what?” she spreads her legs further, pushes up her ass, and wiggles it enticingly at me. “What about you?”

Grinning, I grab the clothes I’d picked out for her that lay on the bed and throw them at her. “Tonight is about you, Blair.”

Blair frowns as she sits up. “This entire time that I’ve been here has been about me. I don’t need all this attention or coddling.”

“It’s not coddling,” I tell her. “It’s called caring. And you will always be the center of my attention. Even when all of this trouble coming after you dies down. Got it?”

Before she can respond, there’s a soft thump against my door.

“Get those on, I’ll shoo away Santiago,” I tell her.

She smiles and discards her towel. I take a second to drink in her body before sliding off the bed and making my way over to the door. I open it quickly, expecting to catch Santi off guard as he listens in but to my surprise, it’s Rhett sitting on the other side of the door. He nearly falls into my room as he rocks back but catches himself. He looks up at me from the floor.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

I raise a curious brow. “Then what were you doing?”

The tips of his ears turn red as he jerks his face away from me and wraps his arms around his knees. “Just keeping trouble away from your door.”

Trouble? I peer out of my room and down the hall towards Ledger’s room. The door’s shut and it’s quiet.

“Do you think he’ll try anything? Did he say some⁠—”

“I don’t know what he’s capable of or what he plans on doing now that he’s free,” Rhett interrupts, his voice gruff. “And it’s the unknown keeping me awake. So just… let me sit here, okay? I’ll alert the both of you if he tries anything.”