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Beatrice pursed her lips, remembering the phrase from one of her novels. “Only a little death.”

Adam let out a chuckle, and Beatrice went to work, undoing his breeches and pulling them down his legs. Adam kicked them off until he finally stood before her completely naked.

She had been right. His cock was nothing like what she’d seen in pictures. It was long, thick, and rather… magnificent. No description could do it justice.

It rose proudly from the base of curly, chestnut hairs, leaning to the left as if the thick mushroom head overpowered the long, veiny shaft. As Beatrice wrapped her fingers around the hot, unrelenting rod, he sucked in a breath, and at the same time, he captured her lips in a hungry kiss. Beatrice continued her exploration of his burning cock. It was really fascinating. In contrast to the steel-like hardness, the skin covering it was soft and silky. She moved her hand up and down, and Adam moaned into her mouth.

Yes.

That’s what she wanted. She wanted to make him feel the way he made her feel just moments before. She wanted to reduce him to a blubbering mess under her ministrations. And she knew just the way to do it. Or at least, she’d read about it.

Beatrice squeezed her fingers, and his hips rocked forward, his shaft rubbing against her hand as his tongue plundered her mouth, stealing her breath. She squeezed again, stroking his length, and he groaned against her lips. His hips circled forward again, seeking relief in her hand.

Cradling his face with her other hand, she kissed him hard, her tongue leading, taking control of him. He kissed her back, equally fierce.

Beatrice ran her thumb over the mushroom top, and Adam tore his mouth away, breathing heavily.

“I want to taste you,” she said, staring deeply into his eyes.

Adam seemed to be taken aback. But only for a moment.

Then his fingers tangled into her hair, and he flexed his hand. “On your knees then.”

Chapter 18

Beatrice licked her lips and slowly knelt before him.

How being on one’s knees before a man could make one feel a surge of power, she couldn’t have guessed before. But now, holding him in her hands, kneeling before him, she was the one who was in control.

She’d never been this wild before, fire coursing through her veins and urging her on. Her mouth was salivating, desperate for the taste of him.

He had brought her to pleasure with his mouth. Could she do it to him?

She stared at his shaft in her hand, the single tear of pleasure leaving the tiny slit on top of his mushroom head. She brought her mouth to it and licked.

“Fuck…” Adam groaned, his head falling back. “Yes,” he whispered, his voice a deep growl. “Like that…”

She licked him and then wrapped her lips over the crown of his cock, sucking. His salty, sweet taste exploded in her mouth, and she groaned. She sucked harder, and Adam’s hips tilted forward, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth.

Beatrice was like a beast in heat. She didn’t know what she did or how, but the more Adam moved and urged her on, the more she wanted. She stuffed more of him into her mouth while suckling, her hand squeezing and pumping the base of him.

She raised her eyes to his, releasing his cock.

Adam stood with his eyes closed, his head thrown back. This. This is what she’d wanted.

Noticing that she’d stopped her ministrations, Adam lowered his eyes to her and a wicked gleam shone from within. “You like it?” he whispered. “You like the feel of my cock in your mouth?”

Beatrice slowly nodded, studying his glistening cock in her hand. His wicked words caused a tingle low in her belly. She wanted him there. But even more, she wanted him in her mouth again. Beatrice moaned, taking him in once more. The sweet taste of his skin and his salty essence filled her as she rubbed her tongue against his cock, sucking on him like a spoonful of ices. Only he tasted sweeter.

“Christ, I’m going to come,” he grunted, pulling away from her lips and looking down at her. “If you don’t stop…”

But Beatrice didn’t want to stop. She put her hands on his buttocks and brought him closer, drawing him deeper inside her mouth. His cock grew harder, thicker inside her, it pulsed and bobbed, as Adam fisted her hair in his hand. “Yes, my love,” he crooned, his hips moving faster and faster.

Beatrice’s excitement grew. She was wet, dripping with desire, desperate to experience his release.

And just as she thought it would happen, just as she prepared for his seed to fill her mouth, there was a knock on the door.

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