Page 152 of Brutal Prince

His breath stirs against my slit, and I cringe away from him, both deeply embarrassed and impossibly turned on.

Fingertips dimpling my thighs, he grabs my legs and shoves them even further apart.

Briar closes his mouth over my pussy, moaning against my lips as if he’s biting into the sweetest, juiciest fruit he’s ever had the privilege of defiling with his mouth.

I let out a low groan and arch against that heat, his wetness, those strong lips. My feet lift and settle beside me on the countertop, spreading me impossibly open for his ravenous mouth.

If this is nirvana, then I’d better start behaving myself so I can die happy.

“Fuck!” I growl out, grabbing a fistful of Briar’s hair. I force him harder against my clit. His tongue swirls against my clit before diving deep inside me.

Then he slides a pair of his fingers inside my cunt.

I jerk, moaning breathlessly before I start bucking against his knuckles.

Holy fucking hell, I can’t even. Moments ago, I was ready for him to fuck me. But if this is what it’s like when he goes down on me? The hallway wall isn’t going to cut it. I demand rose petals and champagne. Maybe even a satin blindfold.

Oh God, even the thought of him blindfolding me sends a shudder through me.

What am I doing?

Fuck it, I don’t care. The plan’s already ruined. I’ll try and pick up the pieces later, after…goddamnit I’m melting.

Briar’s tongue is a live wire, sending wave after wave of electric pleasure through me. I fuck his mouth without a second thought, urging his tongue deeper and deeper inside me.

His hands bruise my thighs as he grips me, pulling me into him as he licks me from ass to clit with the hunger of a starving man.

“Briar!” I yell, and it’s barely a second before I come. I buck against his mouth, a rush of heat and pleasure capsizing me.

I hear a murmured, “fuck” from below, but I’m too busy having my mind blown to pay attention.

I force his mouth as hard against my pussy as I can, groaning as I ride out my climax. His tongue sweeps over my folds and flicks against my clit, and I shudder as a last tentacle of pleasure releases me.

My shoulders brush the mirror behind me. It’s too cold, too hard, but there’s nothing left for me to fight with.

Briar grabs hold of the edge of the basin and hauls himself to his feet. If he took out his dick now, I wouldn’t have been able to stop him from fucking me.

Not because he’s just given me the most spectacular orgasm I’ve ever had…but because I wouldn’t have dared.

There’s something primal in his eyes. Something dangerous, toxic even.

He drags the back of his hand over his mouth, drops his eyes to my spread-open pussy, and slaps me almost absently. I yelp, my legs trying to close but blocked by the slab of his body.

“Go home, little virgin,” he says, his voice thick and rugged. “Go home before I change my fucking mind.”

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