Ray didn't answer with words. He fucked her with his fingers and kept his mouth working, tongue circling, then sealing, then licking down to where his knuckles were stretching her. The sound got filthy fast. Wet. Obscene. Her grip in his hair stopped being punishment and started pulling him in.
"Fuck—" She cut herself off, head tipping back. "Don't get cute. You don't get to win just because you found a rhythm."
He bit the inside of her thigh hard enough to leave a mark, then went right back to her pussy before she could turn it into another lecture. That did it. Milady's hips rolled against his face, chasing it, the anger still in her voice but her body already bargaining.
"Good," she said. "Greedy looks better on you than that righteous shit from the hallway."
