He leans into my neck, stroking himself as he whispers against my skin, “A brownie tastes fucking delicious.”
My thighs clenching, a gasp escapes me. I want to ride his face, but… later. Clearing my throat, I lift my hand to his cock, and he releases his grip to give me full, unhindered access. Wrapping my fingers around his thickness, I say huskily, “I’m not about to have a brownie tied up as I pound his ass with a massive strap-on.”
“Anaveragestrap-on,” he corrects.
Giggling, I jerk him off faster. The strap-on isn’t much smaller than his cock. He suggested one half the size, but I figured if my ass could take it, so could his. He looked at me dryly but didn’t protest when I picked up this one.
Potentially because it wasn’t anywhere near the biggest one in Jace’s collection. But that beast, honestly scared me. I don’t think even the women in Fabia’s books would’ve liked to take a cock as thick as a can.
His eyes growing half-lidded, he kisses me as I stroke him. Swirling his tongue against mine, he makes this sexy little groan that has me wanting to crawl up his body.
As my fingers slide up his cock, warm cum splatters on my stomach, making me jerk in shock. His hand closes over mine, forcing me to keep the pace. I look down to watch the rest of his cum spurting out of him before dribbling down my hand.
“That was quick,” I say breathlessly, raising my hand to suck his cum off my fingers.
He shrugs. “I don’t have to hold them back tonight.”
“You hold them back for me?”
“Of course. Otherwise, I would come before you. All. The.Fucking. Time.” He grabs my shoulders and turns me towards the table of knives. “Your turn to throw.” Releasing me, he adds, “I’m going to cum all over your body tonight.” He slaps my ass, right over my tattoo. “Make you my little cum bucket.”
A strained noise escaping me, I pick up a black blade and toss it at the target. I hit it this time, but given we’re already both naked, it doesn’t really mean much. I just wanted to do something where it was just us two for the day. I wanted to stay in our own little bubble before it burst tomorrow when I’m officially crowned queen.
And although that’s what I want, tomorrow suddenly feels scarily close.
But I wouldn’t trade this –himfor anything.
Even if that means I have to hack up a few dead bodies here and there.
A giggle rising in my chest, I pick up one of his knives and throw it. Then I throw mine, then his, then again and again until they’re all gone.
Turning to him with a smirk, I find his eyes laughing at me.
“We need to work on your patience.”
I grab my strap-on. “I need to work on your ass.”
He laughs, and it’s so fucking beautiful, I just stand there staring at him for a moment.
He’s mine.
Forever.
For.
All.
The.
Frickin’.
Years.
“I love you.”
His laughter naturally dying, he steps towards me. “I love you too.”
I pick up the lube we brought with us into the gym, and his eyes narrowed for just a second.
