Page 60 of Lace 'em Up

Then I kiss along her throat, nibble at the princess-like ear, slide my lips along the sleek column of her throat—gently. Carefully. As though my mouth can make the bruises there go away.

I drift lower so I can taste each delicate collarbone.

Nip at the soft globe of her breast.

“King,” she warns quietly.

I suck her nipple deep in answer.

“King!”

And then I’m making my way back down between her thighs, using my mouth and fingers in tandem this time, using all that I’ve learned from my previous use of each of them. I put it all together to drive her relentlessly up to that peak, not slowing, not stopping, just forward, forward, forward.

One finger. Two. Three.

Sucking at her clit, her labia.

A flash of teeth.

My name on her tongue again.

And then her cunt is clamping down on my fingers, her hips are grinding against my face, my beard, fucking me as much as I’m fucking her.

And then?—

She shudders.

Her grip on my hair tightens painfully.

And…she comes apart.

I grin against her pussy as I slowly coax her down the other side, bringing her to a gentle landing, waiting until she slumps back on the bed, hair a mess, sweat on her forehead, between her breasts, limbs lax and akimbo.

She exhales, eyes peeling open?—

Just as my alarm goes off.

Fuck.

Question in those emerald irises.

“Practice,” I tell her.

She sighs, opens her mouth, probably to apologize.

I halt her with a kiss.

“Another time, princess, yeah?” I murmur.

She gives a jerky nod, clearly not in control of her facilities.

I smirk.

Because, yeah, I’m a self-satisfied asshole.

But mission accomplished.

I’m going to leave her limp and satiated…

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