A groan drags from his throat. “Beautiful. Your cunt is so pretty. So perfect.”
“What?!” That seems to be all I can say.
“Does this bother you? The way I’m touching you? Talking to you?”
“N-no. I’m just…” About to pass out. And combust. And lose my ever-flipping mind. “I like it.” I do. So freaking much. “I don’t want you to be gentle with me. I don’t want you to hold back.”
He smiles triumphantly at me. As if I’ve just unearthed his greatest secret and now he can breathe for me knowing it. “You called me a beast, Bellamy, and that is precisely what I am. That is what I want—no,needto be with you. But I’m too wound up right now. Knowing you’re mine and only mine…knowing I’m the first.” He shakes his head. “I am not to be contained tonight. So I can’t fuck you.”
“Oh.”
That’s…insanely disappointing. Because, God, if his fingers and tongue didn’t already feel this un-fucking-believable, the idea of his cock inside of me is legit all I’ve dreamed of since I came here and met him. Plus, the savage, satisfied, caveman gleam in his eyes is my ultimate undoing. I’m possessed with it. It has me dripping onto my thighs, that’s how wound up I am with this man.
I want him to break me and then I want to crawl to him for more.
I must have said that aloud because the next thing I know, he’s shoving my thighs apart, flipping one knee over his shoulder, and devouring my pussy like a man starving. His tongue dives inside me, thrusting hard and fast.
“Fuck,” I scream and force myself to swallow more down. I’m in the king’s study. Anyone could enter at any time. A fact he reminds me of when he smacks my clit with the tips of his wet fingers. It makes me jolt. And moan. Loudly. The sting so exquisite, my eyes roll back.
“Hush.”
“I don’t know how,” I protest on a squeak.
“I know, my sweet, but you must try. The last thing I want right now is someone coming to see if I’m finally killing you.”
I laugh and then moan again because he starts licking me, only this time his fingers are sliding up inside me while his tongue plays with my clit. He scissors his fingers, twisting his wrist back and forth while touching every inch of the inside of me. It’s as if he’s stretching me. Getting me ready for him. Oh holy wow. That’s…
“So good!”
Understatement. It makes me feel full and heavy, and his tongue…oh, his tongue…
“Don’t stop.”
I’ve made myself come countless times. I’ve even playedwith a toy here or there. But nothing, and I meannothing, haseverfelt like this. This good. This body-controlling. Mind-bending. Soul-capturing.
I tremble and sigh and squeak and moan and beg and gasp.
I grip his hair, those soft, thick strands of brown in my hands, planting him on the spot I need his lips and teeth and tongue the most. Then I grind into him, a mindless fool taking pleasure from him. I can’t stop. I have to have it, and he’s only too willing to deliver.
“That’s it. Fuck my face, you messy, beautiful girl. Drip all over me.”
“More,” I utter, my head back, eyes closed. I’m so close. I feel the heat curling through my body. The euphoria I seek within my grasp.
“Like this?” He shoves his tongue and fingers inside me. Both at the same time, his nose pressing in on my clit, and I seestars. He makes out with my pussy. Long drags and deep kisses and playful flicks and Iquake. I rattle so deep in my bones I know, I fuckingknow, I will never be the same. I know no one will ever eat me out this way again.
A king on his knees for me. A king as desperate for me as I am for him.
“Fuck. Yes. Your Majesty. Ah!”
He smacks my ass once. Then again, harder before he squeezes it to all hell. All the while, he fucks me with his fingers, two rough digits that pump in and out of me, stretching me, still scissoring back and forth while his tongue swirls and flicks at my clit.
The sounds he’s making as he eats me, these incredible grunts and groans of satisfaction. The wet, lewd sounds of my pussy as he eats and fucks it. Around and around his tongue swirls before his lips suck my clit straight in and he uses his teeth.
A burst of pain spasms through me, but like he did with mylip before, he licks the sting away and I don’t even know if I’m loud or quiet. If I’m saying things or simply moaning.
His fingers somehow discover something inside of me, some spot that he vigorously rubs and fucks, pushing his hand in until his knuckles bottom out. I detonate. My orgasm sweeps through me with the subtlety of a nuclear explosion. His hand grips my hip, pressing me back into the wall, holding me against it, while his tongue feasts on me, lapping and licking every ounce of pleasure from me while keeping me upright when the urge to collapse is compelling.
But then I am falling. Just as the waves and convulsions start to ebb, I’m going down until I land on him, both of us tumbling until he’s on his back with me on top of him. My head on his chest. My body against his. His hands up in my hair, forcing my face up so his lips can capture mine. Tilting my head, he deepens the kiss, his tongue sliding into my mouth, and I taste myself on him. Salty and sweet and clean.
