Page 106 of Reckless King

She runs her tongue along the underside of me before sinking all the way down until I’m at the back of her throat.

I groan. “Fuck, butterfly.” I stroke my hand over her hair. “You look so pretty sucking my cock.”

She whimpers around me, then redoubles her efforts. Her head bobs as she alternates between swirling her tongue over the tip and drawing me as far into her mouth as she can.

When she presses even farther down, I curse and fist her hair. “Are you going to take me down your throat, butterfly?”

“Mmm,” she hums, desire shimmering in her gaze.

For a moment, my restraint slips and my hips jerk, driving me a little deeper.

She chokes and involuntarily tightens around my tip, sending a lance of pleasure up my spine. I force myself to pull back. To let her take me the way she wants.

But when she closes her eyes, her hips squirming. I know what she needs. “I want you to come while you suck me.”

That has her focusing back on me. In the next moment, her hand slides down her stomach, and she fumbles with the button of her cutoffs. Once she has them open, she dips her fingers under the top of her panties, moaning around me as she circles her clit.

My own fingers itch to be the ones touching her there, to rub over her slippery, swollen flesh until she falls apart. I’m officially addicted to making her come.

That will have to wait, though. Because she’s still working her mouth over me, flicking her tongue over the tip, then sucking hard as she sinks back down even deeper than before. When she gags, tears springing to her eyes, I have to take a deep breath to stop myself from spilling into her mouth right then and there.

Maybe she senses my struggle, because her gaze fixes on me and she speeds up, gagging whenever she goes too far or too fast. Her tears glitter like diamonds on her lashes before drippingdown her cheeks, and I cup her jaw and wipe them away with my thumb. My breathing is getting harsher as heat claws at the base of my spine. I’m close.

She is too. Her eyelashes flutter, and her fingers move faster inside her panties. I wish I could see her working that pretty clit of hers.

I grip her hair tight. “I’m going to take over now. Concentrate on that beautiful pussy, because the minute you come, I’m filling your mouth.”

Her enthusiastic nod is consent enough.

Using my hold on her hair to keep her still, I thrust into her. Her pupils dilate, and her cheeks flush as I fuck her mouth. I’m swollen, throbbing, desperate for release.

But I need hers first.

Dragging her down onto me until she gags one last time, I growl, “You look so fucking perfect with my cock in your throat and your fingers in your pussy.”

Her eyes squeeze shut, her hips jerk, and a moan vibrates through me. That’s all it takes for the dam to break. A tidal wave of pleasure hits me so hard it feels like every muscle in my body seizes at the same time. I groan long and deep as my cock swells and the first stream of cum hits the back of her throat. Two more pulses, and I tug her head back so my dick rests on the tip of her tongue and I can paint it with my release.

“Open up, butterfly. Let me see.”

She does, staring up at me with glazed, pleasure-soaked eyes as I throb again and again, filling her mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I swear. The minute my muscles release and I can do something other than come like a damn freight train, I let go of her hair and wrap my hand around her throat. “Swallow for me.”

The way her delicate muscles work against my palm as she does what I ask has my dick twitching again. I ignore it, because now I need something else. “Lie back.”

“But—”

“Violet, I need you to lie back.” My voice comes out shredded.

She complies, and now it’s me dropping to my knees betweenherlegs. I hook my fingers in her shorts and panties at the same time, dragging them down her thighs and off, before spreading her wide, exposing her gorgeous cunt. She’s pink and swollen and wet from her orgasm, and I’m desperate to taste her. Using the flat of my tongue, I take long, luxurious licks from her dripping entrance to the still-pulsating bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. I suck it between my lips as I push first one, then two fingers inside.

“Tate,” she gasps, her hips already starting to move against me.

I slide my free hand up her body and roll her nipple between my fingers, pinching it until it’s hard and peaked. “Come for me again, butterfly.”

She whimpers, still sensitive from her first orgasm. It doesn’t take me long to work her up again though. When her channel tightens, I pull my fingers out, use my thumbs to spread her wide and lick her hard and fast from her tight little asshole to her swollen clit.

She arches her back. “Oh my God, Tate.”

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