Page 112 of Deadmen's Queen

“Bast, I need those!”

“Not as much as I do, princess,” I answered. I could feel Nate and Tristan watching as I pushed her legs wide apart, baring that pretty pussy to us all. Seeing her like that, her legs spread wide for me, those killer black heels, and that perfect cunt already wet and glistening, had me wanting to call off the whole night and take her back to the hotel to spend the whole night fucking her. But this was her night. We could do that tomorrow.

I leaned down, sliding my tongue down her seam, capturing the wetness that had already escaped, and she gasped.

“How come we don’t get to join in?” asked Tristan.

“Because I got to her first,” I answered, flicking my tongue over her clit. “You can have a taste later.”

I circled her clit with my tongue, revelling in the taste of her. She was always so sweet and salty, and I could never get enough.

“Damn it, Bast,” she whimpered, her hands gripping the edges of the seat.

“Relax, princess,” I murmured against her slick folds, sending a shiver up her spine that made me grin. My tongue delved deep inside her, tasting her warmth and teasing her to a place of heightened desire.

The scent of Paige's arousal filled the air, intoxicating us all into an animalistic frenzy. I moved my tongue faster now, focusing on her swollen bud while I slipped a finger inside her tight heat. She was so wet, so ready for me. I really wanted to fuck her.

Desire coursed through me as she moaned, arching against my mouth. I pressed harder onto her clit, swirling my tongue around it while I slid a second finger inside her, curling to hit her sweet spot.

“Bast!” She gasped out, pushing against my tongue and fingers. Her moans grew louder, resonating in the small space of the limo.

“Shh, princess,” I murmured against her pulsing clit. But fuck, I loved it when she was loud — hearing the pleasure I brought her was a drug in itself.

The car swerved a bit as the driver took a sharp turn and I heard Tristan chuckle from his corner of the limo. “Man, you're making the poor guy lose focus.”

“Don't stop,” Paige pleaded, her hands sliding down to my shoulders, digging into the fabric of my suit.

“I never planned to,” I chuckled darkly, applying more pressure to her clit.

The sound she made was sinfully sweet. I wanted to hear it again and again, every morning and night for the rest of my life. She bucked against my fingers and my mouth, her breath coming out in ragged gasps. The taste of her was a heady cocktail of desire and sweetness that pushed me closer to the edge with every flick of my tongue. The way her body moved beneath mine, the way she gave herself over to me so completely... It was intoxicating.

“Bast,” she whimpered again, her fingers grasping at my hair as her body started to tremble. Her pleasure was building, sweeping across her in waves that had her clinging to me.

“I've got you, princess,” I promised, pressing my free hand against her lower stomach to steady her as I worked my fingers and tongue faster. She was a beautiful sight - squirming and writhing under my touch and my cock throbbed at the sight. Her hips bucked against my mouth, her body shuddering as hot waves of pleasure coursed through her. I felt the walls of her pussy clenching around my fingers. I didn't let up, only sucked her clit harder into my mouth, pushing her over the edge. She rode out her orgasm against my mouth, a strangled cry escaping her lips that was music to my ears.

As she came down from her high, she slumped against the seat. Her eyes were half-lidded, dark with lust and satisfaction. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, grinning at her. “Feel better now, princess?” I asked.

She did not respond immediately, too breathless from pleasure and shock to form words. Instead, she nodded slowly, leaning forward to press a lingering kiss to my lips. Her hands found their way up to my hair, tugging at the roots lightly. The taste of herself on my tongue made her eyes flare with desire again and I had to pull away before I ended up taking her right then and there.

“Fuck,” Tristan murmured from his corner of the limo. “That was hot.”

I sat back on my seat, licking Paige's sweetness from my lips as I watched her try to catch her breath. I slid my handkerchief out from under her, tucking it back in my pocket, and she pulled her dress back down with trembling hands.

“We're here,” Nate announced with a wolfish grin and Paige’s eyes widened. I reached over, straightening her hair clip, and tucking away a stray curl.

“You look perfect,” I told her.

She shook her head. “How am I supposed to walk in there now, Sebastian Blake? The heels made me unsteady enough without you adding to it!”

I grinned. “We’ll always keep you up, princess.”

The driver opened the door, standing back, and I caught a faint smile on his lips as Paige thanked him for the ride. Had she known the privacy screen wasn’t up? I wouldn’t put it past her. She did like an audience, my kinky little whore.

The restaurant looked amazing for the occasion, and I murmured a quick thought to Tristan about giving the staff a little bonus for doing such a good job. Students, parents and lecturers stood around in groups, and moving through the groups were the who’s who of the London art scene. It was an incredible opportunity for any artist and was the reason so many came to Blackvellyn. I took a glass of champagne from a passing server, and handed another to Paige. She took a sip, her eyes dancing over the rim as she looked at me, and I remembered the last time we’d had this brand of champagne had been in the hot tub at Dom’s beach house.

I grinned at her, before Nate took her hand.

“So when do we get to see your work, baby?”

---