Page 22 of Lord of Debauchery

This was the craziest thing I’d ever done, my mind barely able to process it but the moment he flicked the tip of his tongue across my clit, I was certain I’d died and gone to heaven. Every sound was exaggerated, the way he pushed my inner thighs with force telling me in no uncertain terms at this moment he owned me. I wanted to watch him, even if the light over the stove wasn’t very bright, but I threw my arm over my eyes instead, unable to bear the thought of one of his men seeing me like this.

I’d never felt so exposed or vulnerable, which added to the filthy element. It was something you’d dish over with your best friend during a round of margaritas, but I could never tell anyone what had occurred inside this house. Not a soul.

He was more like an animal than a man, feasting as if the king of the pride. Or as if he’d trussed me up, placing me on a huge silver platter covered in candied pineapple and smothered in fruits and berries.

The analogy was as strange as the moment. I closed my eyes, doing what I could to control my nerves. I’d wanted a bad boy. Well, look what I got. The worst kind, both charming and disarming while easily able to control the moment. I could only imagine what he did with his enemies.

He’d admitted he’d killed all those men. Why was I thinking about that when it seemed the man had learned my body’s nuances so easily? I tossed my head back and forth as he rolled both thumbs on either side of my clit while sucking on the tender tissue. I had a sense he was watching my every move, gauging what I liked. I refused to look at him.

That would make the moment that much more real.

As he dragged his tongue all the way down the length of my pussy, I took several deep breaths. I wasn’t a screamer during sex, but dear God, this was the kind of pleasure that could push every button.

He held me down as I started to buck up from the table, still making animalistic sounds as he feasted. I shouldn’t have been shocked he was as masterful at this, but he was bringing me right to the precipice of erupting into a powerful orgasm then pulling back. He did it a number of times until my moans were so strangled I couldn’t recognize my own voice.

When he finally allowed me to fall into the realm of ecstasy, I was floored how incredible the orgasm was. No one had taken the time needed to please me. It was usually so difficult for me to let go but it was as if Beckham and I had known each other for much longer.

“So wet. I love it.”

I didn’t want to be lost in his rough voice or the way he made me feel, but as he refused to stop licking, returning to his methods from before, I was quite certain I would lose my mind. I was half moaning, half laughing as my nerves seemed to get the better of me. As he dug his fingers into my skin, the hold was enraptured and I had a sense the man could devour all of me with ease.

He licked up and down roughly, now driving a few fingers inside. As he flexed them open, I realized just how tight I’d become. The pleasurable sensations continued and I was thrown into such an amazing fog that at least for now nothing else mattered.

Without warning, another orgasm rushed into my system. I was instantly hot and cold, incapable of finding a balance with anything. That included the thoughts racing through my mind.

All I could do was pant like some crazed girl, my panic fighting with a euphoria I’d never experienced before.

I wasn’t even aware I’d come down from the beautiful cloud he’d swept me onto until he jerked me back to a sitting position. As he pulled my bottom to the edge of the table, I finally allowed myself to gaze at him through lazy eyes. He was a creation of beauty. There was no doubt about that. The dull lighting couldn’t hide the fact he was chiseled all over, his six-pack abs looking more like eight or ten even in the shadows.

While he was an arrogant bastard, the interesting thing was he didn’t seem as if he considered himself a conqueror of women. Maybe I was trying to find something decent inside of him to make this experience okay in my mind.

His chest was heaving as he tugged down his trousers, leaning us over and planting his hands on either side of me. “Tell me you want this.”

“What if I don’t?” I mewed.

“I’ll take it anyway. But I’d like to hear it.”

I couldn’t help myself, struggling to remain balanced on one elbow as I brushed the tip of my finger as far down his ribbed shaft as possible. He was even larger than I’d envisioned and I wasn’t certain how he’d fit buried inside of me. “Do you always get what you want?”

“Pretty much. So tell me.” This time he was issuing a command.

So much of me wanted to keep from giving him what he wanted, but with his mesmerizing effect on me, it was useless. “Yes, I do.”

“You do what?”

I toyed with him although my mind was blown, scooting so my butt was hanging off the table. “Does that answer your question?”

“No. Tell. Me. Now.”

“I want you. Fuck me. Just fuck me. Okay?”

He snickered as if this was the single battle he’d won tonight and the second I pressed his cockhead against my swollen folds, he impaled me, driving the entire length inside.

Now wild horses couldn’t have stopped me from exclaiming, my mind blown as my pussy muscles clamped and released several times. He kept his hands in the same position, driving long and hard into me. I remained on my elbow, using my other hand to knead his chest. Why was it so damn sexy that he still had his trousers pooled around his ankles? I wasn’t certain but I knew this was the way sex should always be.

The look on his face remained intense, so much so I couldn’t blink, could barely breathe. He was relentless, driving me into the table, refusing to let go. Refusing to give me any room to breathe. But I adored how insanely brutal he was, pushing not only my buttons but my limits as well.

I threw my head back, now forced to lean on both elbows or fall flat on my back. He was unstoppable, his stamina more than I’d had in my life.

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