Page 59 of Perfect Praise

“I don’t know,” I admit, but the thought intrigues me. “Do I want to be?”

Locke doesn’t answer me. Instead, he lowers his face into my pussy and licks me once slowly with a flat tongue.

“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands flying down to braid into his blond hair at the same time my hips arch. Every inch of my body needs his tongue back on me.

He resists my attempts to get him to make contact again, then smirks, eyes like charcoal, and drags his tongue across his bottom lip like he’s savoring the taste of me. “I’m going to have trouble stopping myself, but yes, I think you want to be. I’ll make you come so hard you’ll think you passed out. But we’re playing by my rules.”

“Which are?”

“Simple. Repeat after me.” I wait for him to elaborate, but he just watches me when I bite my lip. “Yes or no?”

“Yes,” I say like I hadn’t already decided the moment his tongue met my clit that I’d do anything for this man.

I swear Locke’s eyes lighten for a split second as he breathes against me, “No one has ever made me as happy as you make me.”

Fisting the sheets, I try to keep my heart from fluttering by pressing down against the mattress. He doesn’t mean it literally, it’s just a game. A kink.

His mouth is back on me, tongue swirling, slowly at first before he picks up speed and inserts his middle finger. Thanks to my night and day full of sex dreams, I’ve been wet since I woke up.

He sucks lightly, causing me to take a sharp breath and grind against his face. He breaks contact like it’s painful for him.

“I’m so beautiful,” hecommands.

I scrunch my eyebrows, thinking he’s talking about himself, until I remember the rules. A blush starts in my cheeks and travels down my neck and chest.

“I’m so beautiful,” I say shyly.

Locke pierces me with his eyes as his fingers pick up speed, curling into my G-spot. I know exactly what he wants.

“I’m so beautiful,” I say again with more conviction. The blush subsides as the wave builds, and I swear my body loosens. “I’m beautiful.”

“Louder.”

“God,” I groan as my orgasm starts to build. “I’m beautiful!”

And then everything comes to a halt when Locke pulls back.

For a minute, I forgot what we were doing. The momentum was almost past the point of no return, and every muscle in my body is vibrating.

Slowly, I come down from the short high, breathing heavily. Locke watches, cued into my body like he’s learning a golf course. He kisses my inner knee before nibbling his way closer, where he bites me harder and then sits back to admire the little crescent shapes that must be indented on my skin.

“What?” I ask him while a smile plays around on his lips.

“Mine,” he whispers, licking his bite mark and making his way back between my legs.

I run the tip of my index finger over the little marks. “Yours,” I whisper back.

‘Just sex’ is fun. Maybe the most fun I’ve ever had.

The sun catches a set of golf clubs in the corner and reflects around the room. And the first thought that I have is one I could never say out loud.

I throw my head back when he sucks again, lightly at first. His tongue is hitting a perfect rhythm, and I’m already seeing stars behind my eyelids after five seconds.

“Locke,” I plead when he adds a finger.

“Look at you,” he says, pulling back. The thumb of his other hand presses and circles my clit. I’ve reached a point where I would do anything to chase this high, and my hips are being downright shameless. “You’re fucking gorgeous when you let yourself go and take what you want. ‘I’m gorgeous.’”

“I’m gorgeous,” I moan so loudly I surprise myself. Ifeelgorgeous—and wet, but I have no time to be embarrassed about that right now. I can mostly only feel gorgeous, like I’m radiating beyond my control.

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