Page 29 of Wicked Heirs

And then it flew open and Orpheus strode on in looking all out of sorts and stressed out.

I rolled over and sat up.

“I need you,” he announced, unbuckling his belt as he neared me.

His signature cloves scent reached me and I breathed in deeply, savoring it.

“Again?”

“Problem?”

“Hell, no. It’s just not like you. It’s been two days straight and four times each of those days. More if we count the time I walked in on you jerking it yourself—something you don’t usually resort to. You prefer to beserviced, rather than take matters into your own hands.”

“Well, I’m here for it again, all right? So, do you want a taste of my cock, or not?”

“Testy too, wow.” I hopped off the bed, watching with rapt fascination as he jerked his pants and boxers down to his knees, his big cock springing free. He was rock-hard and fucking straining for release. So fucking needy.

Just the way I liked him when he came to me.

I reached out and fondled his balls, pulling a long groan from him that rolled right through me. “Wanting a taste of you is never in question.”

His purple eyes darkened. “Then get on your knees for me.”

I grinned out at him, then licked my lips. “With pleasure, Dark Prince.”

He loved it when I called him that.

“Mmm… yeah, there’s my good boy.”

I lowered myself to my knees.

The moment I did, with a snap of his fingers and a wisp of his magic, he had me stripped completely of my clothes, baring me to him fully for his viewing pleasure.

He remained fully dressed, aside from his black pants being down around his thighs.

It was a power thing for him.

Fine by me. It turned me the fuck on when he got like this.

As he reached out and grasped my chin, I was hard as fucking granite, my cock jerking as he forced my gaze to his.

“Keep your eyes on me as you swallow my cock.”

“With pleasure.”

He smirked, then released me.

I didn’t waste another second, salivating over the sight of his needy cock right in front of my face, right within reach. I grasped his thighs, then dove down and swallowed him right to the back of my throat, taking all that length and girth like the good boy he knew me to be for him when we got down and dirty like this.

“Fuck,” he groaned, sinking his fingers into my hair, while his other hand teased my nipples.

I eased back all the way to the tip, then suctioned him back in, flicking my tongue in the process.

“Motherfuck, Tal,” he moaned, tugging roughly at my short strands of hair, digging his nails into my scalp in the process. “Mmm… yeah.”

I smiled to myself, then I let loose, not giving him time to absorb it before I basically fucked my own mouth with his cock, slamming back and forth along his shaft, slathering my tongue all over in the process.

His moans and groans turned to carnal growls.

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