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I’m practically salivating for her, but I reach for the clothing. I fold them both meticulously as she pulls her top and bra off over her head, tossing them into my face.

She watches as I fold them, placing them delicately on the edge of the bed beside her. “Is this how you like them?”

“It’ll do,” she tells me flippantly, but her grin gives her away. Lark opens her thighs wide, placing one on each of my shoulders.

“Eat,” is all she says.One word, and I obey.

My tongue darts out, circling her clit with the tip. A moan slips past my lips as her sweetness lights my tastebuds. My cock feels engorged, precum dripping from the tip. Her fingers slip into my hair, tugging my face into her. I lap her up as she moans my name, but it doesn’t last long.

She pulls my face away, tugging on my roots. I look up at her, concerned that I may have hurt her, but she says, “I saidbeg.”

I groan. “I want to taste you and feel you come around my tongue. Will you please let me make you come? I’ll doanythingto watch you come on my tongue.”

She responds by pressing my face back into her. I wrap my hands around her thighs for purchase, my fingertips digging into her creamy flesh. She’s bucking against my face, riding out her pleasure as her cum drips down my chin. I swirl my tongue inside of her, feeling her walls clench around me.

God, she’s fucking perfect. I’d do just about anything to stay right here for the rest of time.

Chapter fifty-two

Lark

My thighs are clenching around his face as I buck against him, unable to stop myself as his tongue delves inside me. My skin is on fire, and the sheets beneath me feel rough against my overly sensitive skin.

He drags his teeth along the inside of my lips, alternating between nipping and sucking on the tingling flesh.

It’s almost more than I can handle, and just as I’m about to beg him to stop, I topple over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me as I shatter around him, panting with exhaustion from the way my body reacts to him.

When I’m finished, he sits up on his heels, smiling up at me, his eyes dancing. He’s clearly amused by how much I enjoyed myself.

“What would you like me to do next?” he asks, clearly eager to provide anything I might think up.

Unfortunately, I hadn’t really gotten this far in the fantasy. I’d planned to boss him around, but since I’ve never actually done that before, coming up with what to tell him to do is sort of difficult.

“Don’t overthink it,” he tells me gently.

“Okay, lie on your back,” I tell him, scooting over to the side of the bed for him to join me.

He does as I say, staring at me eagerly. I grab the clit sucker from my nightstand and maneuver myself over him, straddling his waist.

Before I start, his gold chain catches my eye, and I’m not sure why, but it brings me a huge amount of joy to do this one little thing. “Take your chain off and clip it around my neck,” I instruct him, pulling my hair up so it doesn’t get caught.

He eyes me speculatively, his brow quirked, but he does as I say. The warm metal slings around my throat and, with it, the smallest hint of his usual cologne. Another flood of wet heat pools in my core with the idea of having something of his pressed against my skin as I do whatever I want with him.

I drop my hands back to his hard chest, letting my hair fall around my shoulders as I reach for the toy. I rub my hips back and forth along his length and watch with satisfaction as his fingertips twitch to touch me.

“Can Ipleasetouch you, any part of you?” he begs, and I smirk, shaking my headno.

I balance myself over the top of him with my right hand and bring my left between us, pressing the toy to my clit. My head snaps back with the intensity, and I feel his hands land on my hips.

My eyes reach his, and a guilty look greets me. “Did I say you could touch me?”

“You didn’t,” he admits, his voice soft as if he’s truly in trouble for something.

“Now, what am I going to do with you? You can’t even follow a simple command,” I tell him, doing my fucking best not to let a laugh slip free. I might be enjoying this a bit too much, and not even for the reasons we’re trying to explore.This is fucking fun.

He casts his gaze downward to where my hand is still firmly pressed against my core, the suction driving me wild, but it’s not quite as distracting as the man beneath me. “I think I deserve to be punished,” he tells me, sounding shy. “You should smack me for being disobedient, but I have to warn you,” he says, his crystal-clear eyes crinkling at the corners. “I mightreallylike it.”

Oh fuck.

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