Page 197 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“Yes,” he agrees with the obvious statement. “Thank goodness my girl is good at balancing, yes?” He slowly tugs at the wet clothing that’s fighting just as hard to remain against my flesh.

I get off at watching him struggle a little more, watching the way the muscles in his bicep bulge slightly as he further tugs the waistband down. Deciding to help, I grip the sides of the seat and lift my hips as though I’m doing hip thrusters.

It allows Zander to swiftly pull the tights down to my ankles. Lowering my ass back to the seat, I watch him work on taking them off each ankle before he encourages me to keep my legs up by further encouraging them to rise and spread outward.

The cold air hits my pussy like a slap to those glistening folds. It proves how much heat radiates from my pussy that’s already craving what we’ve missed. I’m trying not to show my excitement at the idea of seeing his tattooed cock.

“Always so fucking wet for me,” Zander growls in appreciation as he leans down and flicks my clit with his tongue. “You’re going to keep my tongue captive, aren’t you, Dolcezza?”

“I-If it means you’re fucking me with that tongue of yours, yes,” I’m shaking in desperation while balancing myself on this small seat of the bike. I wanna squirm away, feeling embarrassed doing this out in the open where anyone hiking can just waltz right in, but fuck.

The look in Zander’s eyes as he peers up at me leaves me frozen in yearning need.

To have his tongue sink deep inside me and eat out my craving pussy.

I fight not to squirm at the thought, but he catches me.

“My Dolcezza is always so impatient,” he teases. I expect him to make me suffer, but today’s my saving grace because he dives right in, leaving me to groan. I want to get rid of the cupcake in my right hand, but Zander pauses in lapping me up to say, “Don’t drop your dessert, Dolcezza.”

“B-But,” I whine, watching the mischief in his eyes as he peers up at me while his tongue lathers my wet folds. “Hold on to it until you can’t anymore.”

“Is there a prize if I hold on to it the entire time?”

“Maybe.” Smirking as he licks his lips, he slides a set of fingers into my pussy. The way my cunt sucks him up makes me groan his name.

“Zayn.”

“So so greedy,” he groans but begins pumping ruthlessly into me until I’m whimpering and jerking my hips upward, squirting through my unexpected orgasm. “And fast to please.”

“Fuck,” I breathe, only to gasp when he pulls his fingers out and replaces them with his hot mouth, sucking me off. “God… Zayn… ah!”

He sucks, licks, and plunges his tongue into my pussy, which strangles his tongue whenever it gets a chance.

“Yes, fuck… deeper, Zayn,” I’m begging at this point as I reach down with the hand I was attempting to balance with to push his head between my legs.

If I fall, I fucking fall, but right now, I’m captivated by the intense high I’m chasing as I grind my pussy into Zander’s face, enjoying every bit of pleasurable torture as he thrust his tongue in and out.

“Zayn. Th-There. Fuck! Oh fuck!” I can’t stop myself from going over the edge, blissfulness rushing through me as I cry out in ecstasy.

Zander doesn’t stop. He keeps going as I ride every shattering wave of my orgasm. I have to wiggle to get him to latch off and further ensure he won’t go back for thirds by pushing the cupcake I managed to hold into his mouth.

He seems surprised at first, but the amusement in his eyes makes me huff in frustration.

“Your mouth should be banned!” I breathe, knowing well my face is as red as a tomato. “And you call me greedy!”

He chuckles and corrects his posture so he can enjoy the remnants of the cupcake. Watching him eat it makes me want more. It has to show on my face because he bites a chunk and offers it to me.

I grin in triumph and enjoy eating the last bit of it with him. I don’t know if chocolate and pussy juice taste good together, but I’m sure Zander wouldn’t be licking his fingers if it didn’t.

“When do I get to admire the goodies?” I complain, noticing the big bulge in his boxers. My Ruthless King is hard as fuck. I can see the silhouette of his piercing beneath the black fabric, making me more excited to get a taste. It has me licking my lips as if the chocolate from the cupcake will be the perfect distraction.

“You want to suck my cock, Eva?” he taunts and sits back at the very edge, placing his hands behind him to flex his muscles down to his lovely six-pack.

He looks like a carved God, especially with those muscled lines pointing downward in the perfect V shape.

Fuck.

“Yes,” I say pleadingly. “Please, my King?”

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