Page 90 of Brazen King

“Why do you think I put you on top?” I tease. “I fully intend to sit back, relax, and enjoy the view. But I haven’t been inside you in far too long. And no petty stab wound is going to stop me from ravishing you. So I suggest you take my boxers off that sexy ass of yours and ride me like the perfect little minx I adore.”

Heat blossoms in Natasha’s eyes, and she slowly settles on top of me with exaggerated care. “You adore me, do you?” she murmurs, leaning in to capture my lips with her full, soft ones. “I like the sound of that.”

I hum, running my hands up beneath the soft fabric of her dress-sized shirt, and I groan when I find she’s not wearing a bra. Natasha’s breaths quicken, her back flexing beneath my palms as her hips roll on top of me, giving my first aching sense of relief after needing it for far too long.

“Make love to me,” I command, against her lips.

And Natasha rocks her hips again in response, confirming that’s exactly what she had planned for me to begin with. Then she murmurs, “You risked your life for me, Mr. King. I fully intend to do more than just make love to you.”

My cock throbs at the dark promise in her voice. And my fingers press into her soft flesh, reflexively pulling her closer.

Slowly, Natasha sits up, stretching to her full height, her thighs spread luxuriously on either side of my hips as her fingers go to the buttons of my oversized dress shirt. And she holds my gaze as she undoes them one at a time.

Air hisses between my teeth at the first glimpse of her perfect nipples, the dark flesh taut with anticipation. And when the shirt falls open, I reach up to palm her modest breasts. Natasha moans, arching into my hands. And her hips roll along my length once again, teasing it into an even harder state of excitement.

The pressure of her body weight grinding against my swollen cock sends a burst of pleasure through my core, and my balls tighten. Then Natasha shrugs out of my shirt completely, exposing her milky flesh.

It’s radiant in the soft morning sunshine spilling through the windows, and now that my eyes have had time to adjust, I can’t believe how appealing it is to look at Natasha’s naked body in the bright light of day. Because she’s so astonishingly perfect that, even now, I can’t find a single flaw.

She’s breathtaking.

A coy smile curls her lips, as if she can hear my thoughts, and she rocks onto her feet, standing above me so she can slowly slip the boxers down her hips. Revealing that she’s not wearing anything underneath.

“Come here,” I rasp, grasping her hips and pulling her forward until her palms are flat against my headboard, her pussy hovering over my lips. “I want you to sit on my face and ride my tongue until you come,” I command.

“Killian, you’re hurt,” she insists, immediately concerned for my health. As if I could have forgotten.

And I give her ass a sharp slap to silence her objections. Natasha yelps, color blossoming in her cheeks. Then her eyes blaze with the fire of arousal.

“As the man who risked his life to save you, I think I get to make a few demands. And I want you to ride my face until you come on my tongue.”

“Okay,” Natasha murmurs, and slowly, she sinks down until her pussy’s hovering just above my lips.

I breathe deeply, taking in the heavenly scent of her natural tang. And I grasp her hips firmly, bringing her down on top of me. Then I delve between her folds so I can tease her hot entrance with the tip of my tongue.

Natasha cries out, her hips rocking forward, almost as if of their own accord. And my cock twitches and throbs. I can tell when she finds her rhythm, because her hips start to roll in a deeply provocative way. And fresh arousal gushes across my tongue and chin.

I hum my approval, wrapping my lips around her clit. And I suck until I draw the sound of euphoria from her lips. Grasping the headboard to steady herself, Natasha rides my face, her hips rolling and twitching with her quickly building release.

And just as my lungs start to burn with the need for oxygen, she comes. Clit throbbing between my teeth, she shudders, her hips jerking forward. And I taste the fresh arousal as her channel floods with her juices.

Natasha pants as her hips still, her aftershocks rippling against my mouth.

And she slowly lifts herself off my face.

Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes hazy with lust, and she carefully climbs down my body so she can steal a deep and tantalizing kiss. “I thoughtIwas the one who was supposed to be pleasuringyou,” she murmurs, her voice thick with relief.

“Believe me, love, that was more for me than you,” I assure her, and my cock twitches eagerly in confirmation.

Natasha hums and steals one last kiss, then eases back to grasp my joggers and carefully drags them down my hips. My cock springs free, rising to meet her as she brings her head level with my weeping tip.

And she wraps her lips around my silken head like it’s the sweetest lollipop she’s ever tasted. Intense euphoria crackles up my spine at the warm wetness of her lips, and I groan as my muscles flex.

My ribs throb. But I’m not about to let her stop over a minor discomfort.

Because it feels heavenly to be inside her mouth.

Natasha grips the base of my shaft and slowly takes me further, perfecting her motion in a matter of moments. The sinful relief is almost too much, it feels so damn good.

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