Page 47 of Mine to Worship

Amusement turns into a game of seduction. His low voice wraps around me like decadent silk. I lean into him, brushing my breasts against his side.

“Watch.”

“Only watch? Angel, you can’t resist my cock,” he says, no trace of doubt, but all traces of pride in a smirk.

“Oh my gosh.” I shake with silent laughter.

“Too much fresh air is not good. She’ll have to get used to Las Vegas, let’s not spoil her.”

Kian grabs my hand and we speed walk back to the chalet. My lungs strain with the exercise, and he scoops me up. He barges in the chalet and takes me to our room.

He places me on the bed, and his hands fly to my clothes. All traces of amusement vanish replaced by need. I spread my legs, my hands sliding up and down my body in sensual touches and languorous moves.

Having all his attention pushes me down the seduction road. A road familiar yet full of wondrous things. He peels his shirt off, his hungry eyes following my every move. I push two fingers inside myself. Pleasure flickers below, a tame spark as if my body prepares for the licking flames when I’ll have his hands on me.

He strokes himself, choking the head of his hard cock, his entire body taut with strength. I am glad I am lying down because the visual makes my knees weak. He’s a force, his legs spread, power surging through his ripped body, that long, thick cock.

“Play with your pussy.” His eyes are glued to my fingers as I do what he asks.

“You do it better.”

“Fuck, angel.”

“Kian, I need you,” I say through moans and a tinge of frustration. My fingers are not his and the feeling is only good, not exquisite.

He drops to his knees, and asks in a husky voice, “What do you need?”

“Everything.”

He drags me to the end of the bed and buries his face between my legs. Euphoria follows, a burst of color painting the room. His hands on my thighs hold me still, but I still writhe. His tongue and fingers play my pussy like a virtuoso, and a symphony of moans follows. Yeah, this is perfection. I’m a glass burning in a hot oven in his hands while he creates a piece of art.

“Nothing tastes better than your pussy. Come, angel, feed me my favorite juices.”

His dirty words push me over that maddening peak. I scream when I come, my body shaking with aftershocks.

He stands up, licking his lips of my release as he strokes his cock.

“Eyes on me, angel. This is one of the few times I will ever come outside your body.”

He pumps a few more times, his teeth digging into his lower lip, his body ripped with tense muscles ready for the earned release. His knee hits the edge of the mattress and he erupts on my belly and my pussy with a groan. He spreads his cum on my chest and belly, the remaining he scoops up and pushes inside my pussy with two fingers.

“So dirty,” I say breathlessly.

“So mine,” he replies, every letter a stamp engraved in my skin.

My head falls on the pillow when he goes to the bathroom and he returns with a wet towel.

He cleans me up then climbs next to me in bed, a satisfied grin on his face. Kian finds my earlobe. “That was round one.”

“And how many are there?”

“The next follows shortly and if you’re good, another before bed…”

“And what does it mean to be good?” I tease him right back. I love how my words affect him.

“Fuck, you’re too good at this seduction game.”

He turns on his back, and I sprawl over him with my cheek lying on his chest. I giggle when he soon gets hard under my leg.

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