Page 14 of Deadmen's Queen

“I think I’m the one taking advantage of the situation, Tris,” she said, amusement in her voice.

I looked down at her and grinned. “I’m at your mercy then, Paige.”

Her hand cupped me, the heel of her hand rubbing over my hardness, and I sighed.

“Harder, sunshine. These jeans are thick.”

She obliged, rubbing at me hard enough to make my cock strain to sit up and take notice.

“Like this?” she questioned, her eyes taking on a mischievous glint. A low groan escaped my lips as an answer.

“Perfect,” I breathed out, my heart pounding in my chest.

Her strokes were clumsy but filled with a kind of innocence that made the whole situation even more enticing. I wanted her, all of her, and the fact that she was willing to explore this side of herself with me was more than I could have hoped for.

“Paige,” I breathed, closing my eyes.

“You're not watching the movie,” she observed playfully.

With her hand still on my dick, there was no reasoning with my focus. “Your fault,” I murmured back, tilting my head towards her.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, concern flickering in her eyes.

“It's more than okay,” I replied, managing a grin despite the torment I was under. “It's just...this is driving me crazy.”

The corner of her mouth tilted up in a barely-there smile. “Good,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she resumed her assault. Her touch was pure heaven and sin at the same time.

I closed my eyes again, enjoying the feel of her hand moving over me through the fabric of my jeans. Her fingers moved up to my belt, and I shifted, lying back so she could work it free, and undo my jeans. She fumbled with the buttons, and it was pure torment waiting for her to undo them, but I wanted to let her take control this time. I reached down, pushing down my briefs and pulling out my cock.

She wrapped her fingers around it, and I groaned. She explored with curious fingers, and it was all I could do to bite back a groan. Her touch was perfectly innocent and yet ferociously erotic.

I opened my eyes to find her watching me intently, her lower lip caught between her teeth as she concentrated on what she was doing.

“Like this?” she asked again, her movements now less hesitant. I nodded, unable to form coherent words, and reached down, wrapping my hand over hers. Guiding her hand, showing her what I liked; the rhythm and pressure that brought me to the edge but not over it. She caught on quickly, her movements becoming confident as she discovered how to bring me pleasure. Oh God, I wasn't going to last long at this rate.

I placed my hand over hers, stopping her.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, I just don’t want to come yet.” I slipped further down until I was lying flat, then put my hands on her waist, pulling at her.

“Tris, what are you doing?”

“I want you to sit on my face, sunshine, so I can taste that sweet pussy of yours.”

“I can’t sit on you!” she said in surprise. “You won’t be able to breathe.”

I ignored her protection, and dragged her leg over my chest so she was astride me. “Paige, if I can breathe, I’m not doing my job right. I want you riding my face like a fucking horse.”

Her mouth fell open as she looked down on me, and I grabbed her ass, pulling her up and over my face, burying my mouth between her legs. She gasped, as I reached up, pulling the lace aside and taking my first taste for what seemed like forever. Her taste was intoxicating, mixing with the scent of her arousal, as I pushed my tongue between the folds of her sex. She squirmed, trying to get away, and I clamped my hands on her hips, holding her down.

“Tris,” she whispered, her hands threading through my hair, pulling me closer. A moan of pleasure escaped her as my tongue swirled around her sensitive nub, her hands gripping the headboard for support. The taste of her sent a thrill coursing through me, her creamy warmth coating my mouth and teasing my taste buds. Every flick of my tongue brought a new sound from Paige, each one driving me crazy with desire. She began to move over me, rubbing herself against my mouth, and I didn’t think she realised she was doing it. It made me hard as hell, and I fought the urge to push her back and bring her down on my cock. She was Bast’s first. That was the arrangement. I just wish he’d hurry the fuck up.

Her rhythm was erratic at first, but then she found a pace that had her writhing above me. The scent of her filled the air as I lapped at her sweet juices, every sound she made an intoxicating symphony that was music to my ears. She shifted her position slightly, leaning back giving me even better access, but then I felt her hand wrap around my cock again and I groaned against her pussy, making her jump.

“Mmm...Tris,” she moaned, her voice soft and husky as she started stroking me again. It was a slow, torturous rhythm that had me seeing stars. I sucked on her clit, eliciting a gasp from above me as her strokes became erratic.

My desire for her was overwhelming, the taste of her sweetness mingling with the heady scent of her arousal driving me to the edge. Her hand on my cock was absolute torture but I didn't want it to stop. Not when it felt this good.

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