Page 89 of Guarded King

Especially her trust.

“Show me everything, Chloe.”

Mere inches from my face, her fingers tremble and her belly quivers.

I don’t press her. I want her to choose this. Because she feels safe. Because she knows I’ll look after her. That I’ll make her feel good.

So when she delicately spreads herself for me, a surge of satisfaction courses through every inch of my body.

She’s soft and pink and so damn wet, her tight little opening glistening, and her clit already plumping up under my gaze.

“Look at you. So fucking perfect.” My voice is dark and rough, and when more arousal spills from her, dripping down herthighs in response, the throb of my cock is almost painful. “Look what a pretty mess you’re making for me.”

I need to taste her. But I want to savor the sight of her like this. So instead of putting her out of her misery, I curl my fingers around her hips and drag my tongue up the soft skin of her inner thigh.

The moment the taste of her arousal registers, I groan. Fuck. Just as incredible as I expected. Better. I do the same to her other thigh.

“Oh my god.” She’s still holding herself open for me, her clit swollen and begging for my touch.

“You’re being so good for me, sweetheart. I’m going to make you come now, okay?”

When she whimpers in response, I hook my fingers in her panties and drag them down her smooth thighs, forcing her hands out of the way as I do.

The moment she’s out of them, I lift her leg and drape it over my shoulder.

“Hold that perfect little cunt open for me again.”

“Roman, please,” she urges, even as she obeys.

With a wicked grin, I lean forward and slide my tongue from her entrance to her clit.

She gasps, her back arching away from the door. And when I suck that swollen bundle of nerves into my mouth at the same time I slide one finger into her hot, wet channel, she lets out a low moan.

Pulling back, I watch as I stroke in and out of her. “You’re dripping all down my hand, sweetheart. Making a mess of me as well. You need this, don’t you?”

“Y-yes.”

“You need me to make you come?”

“God, yes.”

I add another finger, and she contracts around me, already so damn close.

Pressing my tongue to her clit, I stroke hard and fast, in time with the thrust of my fingers.

“I’m g-going to c-come.”

Fuck yes, she is. She’s squeezing me so damn tightly, I’m already fantasizing about stretching her so she can take my cock.

“Can you take three, sweetheart?” She needs to if I have any hope of fitting.

A breath shudders out of her. “I think so.”

Gently, I ease one more finger inside her, opening her, making her shudder and rock her hips.

When I suck her clit into my mouth again, she orgasms with a stuttered moan, grinding her pussy against my face, her slick channel clenching and releasing around my fingers. With every pulse, another gush of arousal spills out of her, slicking over my palm.

Pulling my hand away, I replace it with my tongue, catching as much of her wetness on it as I can before spearing it inside her to feel the last flutters of her orgasm.

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