Page 89 of Dare

Jeryn snatched my ass for leverage and matched my movements. Together, we flung my cunt and his mouth together. Shocks of pleasure blasted up my limbs. Shadows clutched the ceiling, and the cords nipped at my wrists.

But Jeryn wasn’t finished. He made that clear as he reeled his tongue from between the flanks of my pussy. I whined, displeased by the loss. With menacing amusement, he kissed my crease once, then licked his way to my clit.

Sighing against the peg of skin, Jeryn latched on, strapping his lips around the bud. At the first warm lash, I splintered apart, my body hurling farther back. Every sensation I’d ever known rushed to that spot, joining a thousand other foreign sensations. The point of his tongue swirled around my clit, his pace unbearable, unrelenting.

My thighs fell wider, and my weeping got harsher. By now, shouts tumbled from the pit of my stomach. I sobbed freely under the grasp of his mouth, his tongue flicking over the crest, patting that spot until my thoughts drowned. Only this existed, only the clench of his lips, only the flex of that tongue.

Jeryn alternated between licking the peak and sketching its shape. Lost in a glorious haze, I swung my body toward him, pleading for more, demanding it.

On another ragged growl, the prince linked his arm under my other leg and hoisted it from the ground. Looping it over his opposite shoulder, he splayed me as far as I could go. Palming my ass to keep me elevated without the cords biting into my skin, Jeryn pinned me to him and renewed his attack.

Snatching my clit, he gave a hard suck. Equally covetous, the pressure of his mouth threw me into a rage. I hollered, loving that Jeryn heard the noise.

On and on, he rowed that tongue against my inflated flesh, causing it to rise and swell more. For minutes or years on end, I cried and cried, my body desperate for a release that remained out of reach.

I chased it, chased every swat of his tongue. Shameless, I pressed my thighs into his shoulders and used the momentum to gallop against his face, my tits bouncing, my knees steepling. My joints burned with exertion, and I burned like a torch, and my heart burned like a star.

Maybe the rainforest had glamoured us, or maybe it had willed us to this moment, had chosen us to mate like wild creatures. Or maybe we liked each other better now. And maybe it was something more than that.

Releasing my clit, Jeryn lurched his tongue between my walls again. Using my ass to lunge me forward, he pitched deeper, harder, longer. I charged at him, spreading myself and riding his mouth.

“Yes,” I entreated. “Jeryn!”

As his name emptied from my lungs, the prince lost control. A mercenary groan wracked his frame, and he hauled me into him, lurching his tongue fully into my pussy, fucking me with his mouth, wetting me to the brink.

I drenched his lips, my walls fluttering, the wave cresting. His own growls filled my ears, and his hands spanned my backside, and my limbs straddled his shoulders, and my cunt smothered his palate. Even then, it wasn’t enough, might never be enough.

I swiveled my waist, fantasizing that his tongue was his cock, only longer and harder. The head would strike a narrow spot that made me soar. The base would widen my opening. My body would flood him to the seat.

Jeryn’s mouth pistoned as though he knew my thoughts. Motivated, he struck into me faster and wetter and firmer. All the while, he held me close, bolstered me midair.

Squeezing the cords, I bobbed on his tongue, syncing myself to his movements. Like this, we became one force of pleasure. Like a tsunami, the release built, escalating higher and quicker.

And more violent. With my head lolling backward, I pounded my hips with his tongue, frantic to reach that precipice, the pinnacle I’d never achieved before this.

“Now,” I implored. “Make me come.”

A dark and cruel hiss. Jeryn withdrew his tongue and cinched around my clit, hauling on the bud and simultaneously licking the tip. He held back nothing, his mouth fucking me so deftly, so tirelessly, as though I were indestructible.

I’d once condemned him for assuming me to be as breakable as a seashell. Not anymore. Now he heard the ocean’s roar inside me, felt it building on my lips, ready to crash through this room.

I spiraled out of time, out of place, out of mind. Bolts of lightning jolted through me, wet heat engulfed me, and his hands anchored me.

My head fell forward, needing to see him, needing that contact before it was too late, before I was too far gone. I had to believe this was real, that we’d breached enemy lines and discovered something better and stronger.

Jeryn must have registered the motion, because his gaze leaped toward mine. Kneeling and sucking me into a stupor, those flashing pupils grabbed my own and stayed there. With his mouth pinned around to my pussy, he sucked my clit and dabbed the peak over and over. Every part of him clung to me—hands and eyes and lips.

He let himself be seen, a coldhearted prince drained of hate and worshiping a born soul.

My mouth fell ajar. I stilled, then shattered into pieces. My pussy spasmed, the muscles contorting against his lips, a rush of liquid streaming from my opening to soak Jeryn’s tongue. Hot, black pleasure sluiced through my limbs. The great rupture tore through my body, rushing from my cleft to the edges of my being.

At first, nothing came out. Then all at once, everything came out.

I combusted, flames erupting, the climax vaulting from the depths of my throat. I came with a tremulous roar, the noise somehow penetrating Jeryn’s ears. He heard and felt and saw the rapture break through me. Pupils expansive and glassy, he seized me tighter, and he pumped his tongue while I rode out the tumult.

I came for what seemed like hours, came so intensely my throat went raw. For a moment, I thought I might faint. Yet an eternity later, the pleasure ebbed, and I sagged against him.

Humming his approval, Jeryn released my pussy and licked his lips. “Such a sweet little beast,” he indulged.

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