Page 70 of False God

Lili swears loudly as her entire body reacts, back bowing and fingers fisting. I press her thigh harder into the mattress as she grinds against my face, hoping she can feel my smirk.

She loves my mouth too.

And while I’ve never been selfish in bed, I’ve never experienced any satisfaction similar to watching Elizabeth Kensington come undone because of me. The first time it happened in that hallway at her grandparents’ house, I told myself it was lingering relief she’d accepted my apology, but there’s no excuse for it right now. I just … like seeing her this way. I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight than a naked Lili, covered in hickeys from my mouth. Gasping my name like it’s her favorite word. Begging for more.

She’s so bloody responsive, like she was made for my touch.

“Charlie … please … fuck … more …”

Lili can’t even form a full sentence, and it has me satisfied as fuck as I suck on her clit, then flick it.

She’s squirming in the messy sheets as much as I’ll allow, tangling them even more, while I eat her out like she’s my last meal. Fighting the urge to hump the mattress because the sound of her breathy begging has me so hard that I’m desperate for any friction. It seems impossible there’s blood left anywhere else in my body.

Her breathing is getting faster. Her moans are getting louder. And then she’s coming, her sweet taste flooding my mouth.

I sit up, already reaching for a condom. I always carry extras, but we’ve basically blown through my emergency stash. This is the last one.

Her pussy is still pulsing when I push inside, the clasp extra tight as she struggles to take me. I have to clench my ass to keep from coming right away, the sensation of tight, wet heat even better than I remember. It feels more incredible with her every damn time, despite experience telling me the opposite. Novelty has always held more appeal in the past.

“Fuck,” I growl. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her inner muscles spasm, sucking me even deeper into heaven. “It’s too much,” Lili pants. “I can’t …”

“I didn’t think you were a quitter, Kensington.”

She’s breathing hard, still trembling around me. I can’t tell if she’s still coming or already about to come again.

“I”—she gasps when I slam so deep that my balls bounce off her ass—“hate”—moans when I hook her knee over my hip—“you.”

I chuckle. “Very convincing.”

Her nails dig deep into my shoulders.

And I slow my thrusts, ignoring the need burning through me, hit by the unfamiliar urge to make this last. To savor the sight of Lili under me, breathless and basically speechless.

I want her to think about this long after we both leave this bed.

I want to leave some permanent mark on her, not just hickeys.

I want her to think about how much better it was with me the next time she’s shagging someone else.

“Charlie.” Her voice is filled with annoyance now, mixing with lust.

I’m hardly pumping my hips, the slow drag against slick skin fucking excruciating. My balls are heavy and tight, my tensed muscles begging for relief.

“Why’d you stop?” she whines.

I dip my head, my mouth finding that sensitive spot where Lili’s shoulder joins her neck. Right on top of her trapezius muscle. I trace the line of sinew with my tongue, then suck—hard enough to leave another bruise. Her pelvis bucks against mine.

“More, Marlborough.”

I like how she calls me Charlie and by my last name. Lili might know I’m a duke, but she doesn’t treat me like one. I doubt she even knows my formal title.

“Thought you said it was too much?”

I’m enjoying this in spite of the aching pressure in my groin. Lili is mesmerizing.

Her nails scratch down my back as she huffs with annoyance. “I can take it.”

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