Page 47 of Puck & Her Blades

“My tongue can move just fine.” He swipes his tongue slowly across his plush lips in demonstration. “I’ve always craved to worship a pussy.”

Oh, fuck.

My pupils dilate.

“You’re lucky,” I murmur, “because I’ve always craved to have my pussy worshiped.”

I shove my pants down, along with my thin cotton panties. I kick them to the end of the bed.

Cygnus never looks away from my face, and his intent focus makes me feel like I’m the center of his world.

“Time to get that tongue to work.” I slide up him, dragging my hair deliberately across his face.

He watches me with an earnest expression like he doesn’t want to miss a moment of this.

Careful of my ankle, I hover above him for a moment. I rest one hand against the wooden headboard to steady myself.

He’s never seen a pussy before, and it’s hot that I’m his first.

I can train him to pleasure me because we’re both learning what we like.

“Raise your left hand above your head,” I command.

It sends a thrill through me, when he immediately raises his hand above his head.

“Such an obedient Omega for me.” I reach with my free hand to clasp his. “Since you won’t be able to talk, if you’re struggling to breathe or want to safe word, just squeeze on my hand twice. Then I’ll stop straight away. Okay?”

His hand tightens in mine, before he repeats, “Squeeze twice if I need to stop.”

He truly can be obedient and not play act.

I love it.

I don’t understand why people wouldn’t want this real version of Cygnus, rather than his faked submission out of fear.

“Now, ready?” I check in.

Cygnus’ gaze catches mine, and my breath hitches at the intensity in his. “I’ve been ready for years.”

I squeeze his head between my thighs, and he whimpers with pleasure because the emotions are too powerful and confusing that are rushing through me.

“Good,” I reply, “because this pretty face deserves to be ridden.”

I settle myself over his face.

I gasp.

The sensation of his lips against my cunt is amazing.

I shiver, slumping forward.

For a moment, he doesn’t do anything. Then like he’s testing things out, he works his tongue down my pussy, flattening it.

My eyes widen, and I moan.

When he sucks on my clit, my back arches.

“Fuck.” I begin to move, riding his face like he’s my toy. “Keep doing that. I love how you’re sucking on my clit. Harder, that’s right. Just there.”

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