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My cock hardened further. Jutting out, looking to sink into her depths. He’d have to wait.

“I didn’t appreciate being dismissed,” I explained as I ran my hands over her thighs. “Seeing you dismiss the Bloodletter might have gotten me hard, but,mo bandia, I will not be cast aside like a peasant. And for that, you will be punished.”

Her eyes flared in fear, and I smiled before leaning down to swipe my tongue through her folds. I grabbed her knees, spreading her apart, making room for me to torture the goddess before me.

My hands held her open, her knees pushed up to her shoulders as I licked and sucked. Pushing her higher and higher.

“God, you’re fuckin’ sweet.”

“If this is my punishment, I’ll hang up on you every day,” she panted, and I chuckled. She wouldn’t think so when she was cursing my name. “I’m so close, Duncan.”

That’s when I backed off. I kissed the inside of her thigh and ran my tongue up the inside seam where it met her hip. She was already a mess of her cum. Never had a woman respond to me the way Freyja Malpas did.

“Why did you stop?” Her breathing was erratic.

“I told you,mo bandia, you are being punished.”

“By not letting me come?” She leaned up on her elbows and glared at me through her parted legs.

I smiled. Her anger had diminished her release enough that I could dive back in to bring her to the brink once more.

Thank God, because one taste of her had me rethinking this punishment.

I sucked her clit between my lips, and she cried out, already rising to the peak. My finger slid into her pussy, andimmediately I felt her constrict. Adding a second finger caused her to moan, and the sound had me leaking on the bed beneath me.

If I wasn’t careful, I would come before her, and this punishment would backfire horrifically. I pumped my fingers in and out with a steady rhythm that matched the flick of my tongue.

As soon as her walls began to close me in, I pulled out.

Her unsatisfied groan was music to my ears.

“Dammit, Duncan.” Her fist pounded the bed beside her hip and I wondered if she wished it were me she could pummel.

“I’ve only just begun,mo bandia.”

For the next twenty minutes, I brought her to the edge, only to pull her back viciously. I wanted her begging and pleading. Cursing my name.

I wanted her broken.

“Duncan, please. Please let me come.”

“I will,mo bandia, I will.”

Returning my tongue to her pussy, I lapped at her juices. My own climax was dangerously close. I was playing a game I might not win. I knew what I wanted from her.

But did she?

Her cries of desperation were making my dick pulse. I needed her to come as much as she did. I wanted to be inside her. But I was afraid I would blow the moment I entered her.

Pulling back again, Freyja screamed in defeat. “I’m sorry, Duncan. I’m fucking sorry. I will never hang up on you again. Just please let me fucking come!”

Thank God!

“Ní gá duit ach fiafraí agus tabharfaidh mé an domhan duit,”I groaned and returned my mouth to her pussy, quickly bringing her to the brink and shoving her over. Her screams of ecstasy rippled through my body.

I squeezed my dick, hard. My own breaths coming in short and labored.

“Are you ready,mo bandia?”