Page 112 of Lawless God

“You came back to my room.” Nate’s voice is thick with so much pride it’s almost missing a good girl at the end of it. He sounds like a master who’s happy with the way he trained his pet.

But then his touch goes from my shoulder to my waist, my hips, and it feels more like a lover who missed his mistress. And when he reaches the waistband of my thong, a sigh of relief escapes him. Like a soldier who finally came home to the safety of his life, to the embrace of his woman.

The delicate way he rids me of my underwear feels dangerous. I’m only wearing that and a t-shirt, and he removes that too.

I finally decide to open my eyes. To my surprise, he’s only wearing a pair of boxers. He’s standing by the side of the bed, and he spreads my legs with both hands.

“You’re so beautiful when you sleep,” he whispers, as if I was still in the exact state he described.

He moves me around so my ass is by the edge of the bed, then drops to his knees.

“Kayla,” he murmurs, his head now between my legs. “I missed you today.”

I shake my head, forcing myself to ignore him. But how long can you ignore someone when they hook your legs on their shoulders and start kissing your inner thighs? When they spread you open and give you a long, erotic lick all the way to your clit?

I have no weapon against basic instincts, especially when they’re forced upon me by Nate. So I let the pleasure overwhelm me when he eats me languidly. He’s patient, attentive. He listens for every sound, watches out for every twitch.

He spends time coaxing me into a comfortable pleasure. So long, that I forget my own body and anything that can make a woman feel uncomfortable when a man has his mouth between her legs.

I forget about everything that makes me me and only focus on the slow strokes of his tongue.

I let my moans loudly resonate in the room. He doesn’t say anything, doesn’t taunt me. He doesn’t make it hurt. He focuses on me, my bliss. He engages in a sensuality I didn’t even know had a place between us.

“Oh,” I pant. “Nate…” I choke on my own breath, feeling my orgasm just on the brink.

“Come for me, beautiful wife.”

I tear apart at the seams. My body breaks and bends to his will, and everything in my world shifts in a way I can’t control.

When I come back down, desperately trying to catch my breath, he puts a hand on my lower belly.

And he licks me again.

“Whoa, Nate,” I murmur softly. “That was more than enough.”

But he doesn’t hear me, back at it. Same pace, same patience. My legs close around his head, unsure how it feels anymore.

He makes sure to show me. He keeps going until it feels good again, amazing even. He licks my wetness, my orgasm. He plays with my clit, making me forget why I tried to stop him, and before I can truly grasp what’s happening, I’m exploding against his skillful tongue again.

My mouth opens, but the sounds of hedonism barely make it out before he’s back to devouring me.

“Holy shit,” I squeak. I grab the sheets with one hand, his hair with the other, and instead of fighting the current, this time, I let the waves swallow me.

I push myself against his mouth, needing more pressure, and he notices that. He’s completely attuned to my body, and his tongue presses harder against my clit. Soon, my needs are met a split second after my body expresses them. His teeth nibble, two fingers press inside me, and he pushes from the inside.

I’m shaking when I orgasm again, my entire body drowned in the carnal sensation.

When I finally relax, and my back hits the bed again, my lips part to say something.

But I’m cut off by his unrelenting mouth.

“Oh my god!” I scream as my body convulses beneath him. “Nate…”

I lose count.

All I know is that at some point, my sweaty body stops twisting and bucking and writhing, taken by an exhaustion I can’t fight anymore.

And finally, he stops. He stands up silently, leans over my shattered body, and takes hold of my mouth.

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