Her cheeks stain pink again and she makes a little noise of protest in her throat. Her mouth is stretched and wet around my cock, and she looks a bit like she’s pinned down by my size, which shouldn’t be nearly as sexy as it is. But watching her work her mouth around my length is fucking…magical.

“You want me to thrust into your mouth? Want me to take control?” I drag my fingers through her thick hair, knotting them in the soft tresses. When she nods eagerly, it’s almost too much for me to take. I groan again, and I have to remind myself that she’s a virgin. To go slow.

I manage a brief, sharp thrust, pushing deeper into her mouth.

She makes a startled sound, and then moans around my cock, her gaze hungry. As if she wants more. I thrust again, making my actions careful and slow this time, and she stretches her jaw to take me. I love it. I push deeper, and when her hands grip my thighs, I guide her head with my hand and begin thrusting, shuttling my cock into her supple, devouring mouth. Her lips are wet and gorgeous, stretched around my cock, and I can’t stop staring at the sight of her taking me.

The need builds inside me, my sac tightening and drawing up as my release nears. I huff breaths through gritted teeth, trying to pace myself, to make this moment last, but there’s no fucking way I’m going to be able to draw this out. Not with Aspeth’s mouth rosy and taut around my shaft. Not with how slick her tongue is and how she rubs it against the underside of my cock. I jerk out of her mouth just before I erupt, breath heaving, and try to compose myself. “Wait—wait. Need a moment.”

“What? Why?” She reaches for me again, and it takes every ounce of my control to pull my bobbing cock away from her hungry grasp. “I want you, Hawk. Please.”

“Don’t want to…surprise you…when I release. It…might be…a lot.”

“But I came against your mouth,” she protests. “I don’t mind if you come inside mine.”

“You sure that’s what you want?” Even though I shouldn’t, I take my hand and guide my cock back to her lips, just to watch them part eagerly for me. I drag the head against her tongue. “You want me to fill up your mouth? Coat your throat with my release?”

She nods, just a little, and opens wider, her trusting gaze fixed on me.

I pump into her mouth again—once, twice, and then I’m on the edge once more. It boils through my veins, threatening to erupt, and I suck in a deep breath. Her tongue rubs against the underside of my cock head and that’s all it takes for me to lose control. I come with a ferocious groan, spilling inside her mouth.

Despite her intentions, Aspeth jerks and immediately draws back, and my seed spills down her lips and chin and splatters across the front of her guild uniform. She coughs, blinking, and swipes at the trails I’ve left behind.

It was too much for her. Too much for a first time. I know this, and I need to apologize because I gave in and did it anyhow. A million words bubble to the surface, but all I can do is squeeze my cock, milking my release and wheezing as another vicious round spurts out of me and splats onto her linen blouse. She tries to catch the last few drops as I shake them loose, her tongue darting out.

She looks wrecked, my poor human virgin. Her hair is in tangles. Her face is decorated with my release, her spectacles smeared once more, and a droplet of cum spattered on the lens. Her cheeks are flushed, and her blouse is sticking to her heaving breasts.

“I’m sorry, Hawk,” she says after a moment. “I’ll do better next time.”

Better? I cup her jaw, wiping some of my seed away with my thumb, and force her to look at me. “Aspeth, you were incredible. If you were any better, you’d suck my soul out through my cock.”

She giggles, just as breathless as I am. “I had fun. I like touching you. I like watching your responses.”

By the bull god, this human is going to be the death of me. Her cheeks are stained pink, and it makes me think of when I’d had her spread before me and naked, because she’d flushed on her tits, too, and it had been the prettiest sight.

Well, I’m of a mind to see that again. I help her to her feet, and then haul her into my arms. She makes a squeal of surprise, and her sticky blouse rubs against my skin. “Wh-what are you doing?”

“Your turn.” I toss her down onto the bed, loving the way her tits jiggle as she bounces. “I’m going to pleasure you.”

She immediately sits up. “Oh, you don’t have to.”

“I know that.” I climb over her. “I want to.”

I pull open her blouse to see that her tits, barely covered by a thin chemise and heaving above her corset, are indeed flushed. I undo her pants and her belt, and then slide a hand inside. She’s wet and slick, a sign that she truly did enjoy touching me, and her heat instantly seems to suck on my fingers. I push into her with two digits, watching her face. “How is that?”

“Full,” she pants. “Very full.”

“Bad full?” I use my thumb to graze against her clit, seeking the small bump through her folds.

When I find it, she jerks, her hands clinging to me. She shakes her head. “Not bad, no. Good. Really good.”

“This is how it’ll feel when I fuck you,” I tell her, pumping my fingers in and out slowly. “Except my cock is much, much bigger.”

Aspeth moans, clinging to me. Her hips move with my hand, as if she’s increasing the friction, and I’m pleased. Gods, everything about her is so, so perfect.

It feels almost too perfect.

Suddenly I’m thinking about her story from earlier. How I’d gone from yelling at her for all of her lies to finger-fucking her because I want to see her come. Am I the one being fooled? Is this all an elaborate ruse on her end? I drive my fingers deeper, watching her response, and then hook them inside her, searching for the rough spot on her inner wall that will make her crazy with need.

Aspeth’s legs jerk just as I find it, and she whimpers, holding tighter to me. “Hawk,” she cries. “I…right there. Yes!”

“You like that?”

“Yes!” Her legs tremble, clasping tight around my hand as I drive into her.

“You wouldn’t lie to me?”

She shakes her head in jerky little motions, even as her nails dig into my biceps. “Oh…oh…”

“And you’re not a spy? Everything you told me earlier was the truth?”

Aspeth tightens. For a moment, I think she’s coming, but then she jerks at my hand, trying to shove it out of her pants. “You…you…fuck you!” She shoves at my chest until my hand is free from her clothing, and then scrambles off the bed. “Th-that’s not what this was about!”

I pretend casualness. “I had to ask. You do have to admit it seems a little too perfect. That all your secrets are found out and yet you somehow still want to suck my cock? Forgive me if I seem a little suspicious.”

Aspeth clutches the sides of her blouse closed, her eyes suspiciously shiny and red under the magnified lenses of her spectacles. “I just…I just wanted to touch you. That’s all. There’s no ulterior motive.”

“Then come here.” I pat the bed, refusing to feel guilt. “I’ll finish you off.”

Her lip curls and she gives me her haughtiest look. “You are disgusting. Now I don’t want you to touch me at all.”

“Because I suspected you? Be fair, Aspeth. You’ve been lying this whole time.”

“It was necessary.” Her mouth flattens and she turns to one of her trunks, pulling out a fresh blouse. “I didn’t enjoy it.”

“But you did enjoy being Sparrow. Admit it. You’ve loved being here. Loved that no one knew who you were.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” She doesn’t turn to look at me, her voice soft. “Just wanting to be part of something greater? Wanting to live the life I’ve dreamed about?” Aspeth shakes her head and switches out her destroyed blouse for a new one. She buttons it in silence and then tucks it into her pants. “I’m going to check on Squeaker—”

“Wait,” I say before she can go out the door. “A question.”