Bel pressed his head back against his mattress. “Do. Not. Puke. On. Me.”
I twirled my finger, slurring, “My brain’s still trying to catch up.”
Two of his fingers shoved deep inside my cunt.
I jerked and sucked in a harsh breath.
The room cleared, my vision straightening in a flash. I shuddered against him, my blue eyes turning red. This man was the whole package.
He lifted one black eyebrow, curling his fingers ever so slightly inside me. “Caught up yet, little one?”
I licked my lips and nodded. I ground against his fingers until my eyes closed and my frame shuddered all over. I whimpered, “So damn good.”
Bel lifted his head and kissed my neck gently, then he placed his mouth against my ear. “I already said what I want. Your pussy on my mouth. Quit getting distracted.” I snapped my eyes open at his sexy, demanding tone, more than willing to obey his directive. His thumb rubbed against my clit, petting me before he removed his fingers from inside my pussy. Bel leaned his head back down, his long, black hair billowing out around his head on the mattress. He patted my hip, ordering, “Turn around.”
Dominant, yet sweet. It was heady and attractive.
I pressed my lips to his, kissing him, letting him know I was thoroughly enjoying myself. Our lips caressed and moved. We took our time to taste one another and revel in the softness of each other’s mouths. His groan curled my toes, and his hands ran over my back, then down to my ass. He squeezed roughly enough to remind me of the order he’d given.
I chuckled softly. Pecked his lips once more.
Then I submitted and turned around.
His cock…Oh, his cock.
I could write a poem about his fucking cock.
I should wine and dine this fucker every night. I would pet it and kiss it, and—
“Are you all right down there?” Bel questioned, his voice amused. He kissed the inside of my left thigh. “You’re just staring at my penis, and while I don’t mind staring at your pussy all night long, I’d rather you move your ass down a little bit so I can lick all that wetness waiting for me.”
I stared atit.
Seriously, his cock was a work of art.
Maybe I could take a picture—
He cleared his throat and ran his palms up the outside of my thighs. His tone suddenly tempered to a gentling cadence. “Little one, are you still with me? If you’re not ready—”
“It’s so pretty,” I whispered. Stupidly.
A rush of laughter shook his large body underneath me, waking me from my awed state. Even his legs were freaking shaking. The mattress underneath my hands and knees vibrated with his humor.
My mouth opened and closed in embarrassment, more than thrilled that he couldn’t see my expression.
“That’s a new one,” he sputtered.
Still laughing.
I slapped his thigh. Though his laugh was profound and happy, tickling my ears in pleasure, I protested, “Just erase the last thirty seconds from your mind. I didn’t really say that or act like that.”
Bel snorted. Hard.
He didn’t comment further, though.
I breathed a sigh of relief, my skin cooling.
Thank you, my lord. Truly.
