An unprofessional interrogation technique

I’m dumbfounded. “What was that? What did Lily say?”

Scarlett starts in surprise, then freezes. “Umm . . . ummm . . . well . . . you see, it . . . umm . . .”

I look at her for a moment, then decide to take a different tack. For my own ease, I open the side zipper on her skirt, then toss the skirt aside, leaving Scarlett gloriously nude. I cup her ass with both hands and lift her up and toward me. She looks confused, but goes along with it, even when I raise her high enough that she has to climb onto the back of the sofa. Confusion vanishes with a strangled gasp when I suck her clit into my mouth and curl my tongue around it, then thrust two fingers into her dripping fuckhole. She tastes good, tart and floral and musky; I leave her clit for a moment to lap at her quim with a broad, flat tongue before returning to lick her pearl vigorously and then suck it back between my lips. “Mmmmmm,” I say. “Tasty pussy.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” Scarlett groans. “So this is how it feels to be eaten by a guy who likes doing it . . . Ohhhh, fuuuuck, that feels so fucking good—fuck, do that again with your fingers—oooooh, yeah, suck my clit like that, just like that—yeah, fuck yeah, lick my button, lick my little button—eat that hot fucking pussy—what? No! No no no no no, don’t stop, why did you stop, please Mr. Harrison don’t stop, please eat my pussy—eat me—please let me cum, make me cum—I’ll do anything, please don’t stop—”

I curl my fingers forward, pressing them into Scarlett’s G-spot, making her squeal. “Be a good girl and tell me what Lily told you, and I’ll eat you while you talk.”

“Fuuuuuuck,” Scarlett groans again. “She said—ohhh, fuck yes, thank you Mr. Harrison, thank you thank you thank you—she said—said—she always knew when you were having sex—fuck, suckle my clit, suckle my hot little clit, that’s so fucking good, no one’s ever—never—ohhh, fuck—she said your wife moaned so loud, she could hear her—oooooh, yeah, harder, fuck that pussy with your big man fingers—taste me—eat me—feast on me—drive me fucking wild—fucking crazy—said she could hear her halfway across the house.” If I were rational at the moment, this would probably horrify me, but right now, it just turns me on.

“She said—” I capture Scarlett’s pearl just between my teeth and suckle it hard and fast; she squeals and pushes her twat into my face. I start twisting my wrist as I fingerfuck her, vigorously corkscrewing her pussy. “She said—” Her voice breaks and she tries again. “Said she didn’t get her sex ed from school, she—aaah, aaaahh, aaaaahhh—fuck, that’s so fucking good, you make me so fucking horny—I’ve wanted your hands and mouth on me for so fucking long—she got it from—oooooooh, Mr. Harrison, nibbling my little clit, naughty boy, that’s so fucking naughty, do me more like that, please do me more like that—so fucking good—she got it from listening to her mom scream.” Images of Rowan fuse for a moment with the reality of this nubile vixen in front of me; somehow, all it does is drive my lust even higher. I open my mouth and start lashing her love button with my tongue.

“She said—she wanted a man who would fuck like that. We all—ohhhhh, yeah, fuck, fuck fuckfuckfuck! do that, do me just like that, more more moremoremore—we decided we wanted the man who did fuck—yes—yes—yesyesyes!—like that, like that, fucking just like fucking that!” I pull my fingers hard forward as I corkscrew her hotbox; I lock my lips around her proud little pearl and suck like I’m trying to suck a watermelon through a straw. Scarlett shrieks, grinds her twat into my face, and gasps triumphantly, “And I got you!” When I start humming the bass riff to “I Want You Back,” she screams at the top of her lungs and comes completely apart, swept away by a thunderous orgasm.