My knees fall open, shaking, and he meets my eyes as he looks up at me with his mouth on my pussy.
This is the wild divine.
A slow, arrogant smile I feel against my flesh, unleashing a flood that’s biblical.
Coming!
My climax barrels through me, a rushing current of white-hot fire.
Three seconds in, I’m writhing, straining to cope with the enormity of what he’s done to me.
My psyche splits in two as my body convulses, all wet heat. I can’t tell where his face ends and I begin.
And I hear his command in every ruthless sweep of his tongue, centered on my clit and utterly merciless.
Come for me, Margot.
Come like you’re fucking mine.
I do.
God, yes, and I fall apart so beautifully the universe melts away until there’s just his magic kisses, my delicious torture, and endless green eyes.
He rides out every screaming convulsion before his head rises again, lips and chin damp with a primal look in his eyes.
“Now,” he whispers, stopping to swirl his tongue against my nipple as he travels up my body. “Now, I’ll fuck you.”
“Now? Don’t you want me to return the favor?” Somehow, I sit up, my robe pooling under me.
His cock presses against my stomach, hot and heavy, and I reach for it desperately.
He breathes a curse as I wrap my fingers around it.
“I’d rather fuck you,” he growls.
“And I’m pretty good with my mouth.” I push him back against the bed and position myself between his knees. “Don’t worry, you’ll still get to fill my pussy up.”
“Fucking deal.” He watches me with dark eyes as I lick the bead of moisture from the slit on his pulsing head.
With one last grin, I go to town, pushing my lips down his shaft, taking half of him—everything I can manage.
In no time, I’mgagging,but I love the mangled sound he makes, bucking his hips like a bull before he regains control.
This blow job isn’t elegant or slow or sweet.
It’s disgustingly hot.
Deliciously messy.
Iloveseeing him lose control, and I bring every trick in the book to ruin him.
Using my hands to follow my mouth, I stroke him deeper, swirling my tongue around his head like I’m licking an ice cream cone.
He fists my hair until he’s pulling.
I think he might want to guide me, but he just holds me as I work until his huge balls strain, tighter with every stroke, and he swells under my tongue.
“Duchess,” he grinds out.
