Page 51 of Wicked Knight

I arch into him, my breath coming in uneven gasps and load moans. Then he moves his mouth to my other breast and does the same thing.

My knees go weak, my stomach feels like glass, and I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my entire life.

I grab on to him, my fingers weaving over his shoulders then into his hair, holding his mouth against my skin.

God, his mouth on me feels so damn good. I never want him to stop touching and tasting me.

Dmitri pushes me harder into the wall as he sucks more of my breast into his mouth, and I watch his jaw working me as if he’s enjoying a fine meal.

He leaves my breasts and licks his way down my stomach until he’s crouching, then he hugs my body to his mouth, his tongue pushing under the waistband of my skirt.

With his gaze riveted to mine, he pops the buttons on the side, then the zipper, and slides my skirt down my legs and over my feet.

My panties are next. And now I’m naked.

The look in his eyes becomes feral as he gazes at my pussy. The rawness sends a thrill of excitement through me.

Those blue eyes hold me in place, and I’m frozen in his stare.

“This pussy belongs to me.” His fingers glide over my clean-shaven mound, and my heart stills. “It’s all fucking mine with or without that damn contract.”

He slides his hands over my thighs, and then his mouth is between my legs, pushing them wider so he can push his tongue into me.

“Oh God,” I cry out as he sucks on my clit and nibbles on my folds.

“This is just the beginning,” he promises, speaking against my skin.

Then, my God, he thrusts his tongue into me again, and I’m shattered with pleasure. My orgasm rises with insistence, throbbing in tandem with the thrusts of his tongue.

Bursts of pleasure wrack through my nerves, and I brace myself against the wall, my body shaking, unable to fight the onslaught of sweet pleasure riding through my veins.

No one has every touched me like this. Like I truly belong to him and he knows what to do with every part of my body to give me ultimate pleasure.

He glances up at me before flicking his tongue hard over my clit, and that does it.

I come.

I come so hard I claw at the wall, then I’m grabbing on to him as the pleasure tears through me. It explodes all over my body, and wetness rushes from my pussy down to his mouth.

Pressing me against the wall, he continues swirling his tongue inside me, licking and lapping me up.

When he’s done, he stands with his cock straining even more than before.

“Feel better?” he asks in that cool, casual manner he’s known for speaking in.

“Yes.”

“My turn, then. I want you on your knees sucking my cock.”

My thighs clench, and arousal pulls on my insides from the image that comes to me of me sucking his cock.

He takes my hand and guides me to my knees, then his cock to my parted lips.

“Open for me.”

I do.

I take him into my mouth and lick the precum off his crown. He groans, and the sound seeps into me.

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