Page 159 of My Dreadful Darling


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I expect her to unclasp her jeans and remove them. Instead, she sits on the edge of the mattress.

My brows pinch, confused why she stopped undressing. She reaches forward and grabs the front of my waistband, using it to jerk me toward her. I step forward as she spreads her legs wide, directing me between them.

My lips part in shock as realization dawns on me. The second it does, I nearly come right then and there.

Initiating a kiss was already one mindfuck, and now, she’s sucking my dick unprompted.

I don’t know if the little brat is privy to the havoc she’s wreaking on my brain and decided to amp it up just for shits and giggles, or if her timing truly is that impeccable. Either way, it’s fucking torture.

She shoves down my joggers and frees my cock, the tip only centimeters from her pouty lips. Round penny eyes peer up at me from beneath her bangs, and I don’t think she has any fucking idea how sexy she is.

My stomach dips, like I’m free-falling from the sky.

“Why?” I ask quietly.

She doesn’t need me to clarify my question.

Her brow arches sassily. “Because I can.”

That pulls a grin out of me, and it also has an undefined emotion surging in my chest.

“Start slow,” I murmur, softly dragging the pad of my thumb down her plump bottom lip.

Keeping her gaze pinned on me, she opens her mouth and envelops me in her wet heat. I suck in a sharp breath, black spots already darting across my vision.

Jesus, she has no fucking clue what she does to me. No clue how close I am to losing control with the simplest of touches.

It’s why there’s a part of me that still wants to expel her from my life, but a significantly larger part can never let her go. No other woman has ever come close to pulling this reaction out of me, and I can’t stand how weak I am for her.

Concentrating on staying calm, I slide my right hand to her nape to keep her controlled while my left drops to her breast. She arches into my touch and inhales a shaky breath before she focuses on me, even as my fingers tease her nipple. Her tongue glides along the underside vein, eliciting a pulse of euphoria and forcing me to lock my knees tight.

I moan, and her eyes flare as she does it again and again. I bite my lip, pleasure surging through me, and it takes effort to keep my eyes pinned on her.

Slowly, tortuously, she bobs her head back and forth, taking a little more of me each time. Breathless moans and whispered encouragement spill past my lips, and I roll her nipple between my fingers. Her breathing becomes erratic as she swallows me deeper, clenching her thighs tight, making little pleased noises in the back of her throat.

It’s painfully beautiful, and easily the best blow job I’ve ever had, despite her being only thirty seconds in and not even halfway down.

And God, do I fucking loathe it.

When she has me thoroughly wet and dripping with her saliva, she slides down as far as she can, suctions until her cheeks hollow, then slowly drags me out. Her half-lidded eyes stay locked on mine, a crease forming between my brow, and my mouth dropping from the pleasure tightening my balls.

“Ahh, fuck, good girl,” I whimper before pinching her nipple hard.

Pausing, she jumps, a startled sound vibrating around me before her cheeks redden and her eyes flutter.

My cock jerks in her mouth as I groan. Her reaction is almost more euphoric than the blow job itself.

“You stop, I stop,” I tell her hoarsely, pressing on her nape to urge her to continue.

She does so immediately, moaning as she sucks on me eagerly. I’m simultaneously tightening my grip on her nipple while applying pressure on her nape, forcing her to take more of me.

I twist my wrist, and a squeal reverberates around my cock whileanother loud moan breaks free from me. She mewls and writhes from the pain, pleasure softening her features.

“Fuck, look at you. Drooling like a little slut,” I rasp.

She retreats until only the tip remains and then sucks hard while flicking her tongue along the vein running up the underside again. I toss my head back, my eyes rolling as ecstasy shoots through me.

“Fuuuck, Rev,” I groan, my knees weakening.