Page 124 of Kings Against the World

“I figured I should get you a housewarming present and since you said you never owned a vibrator before…”

“Now I have three,” I say, stepping forward to look at what else is in the basket. I grab the anal plug from the basket and hold it up with a raised brow at him. “Really, Gallagher?”

“Don’t knock it ’til you try it, babe.”

“I want to try everything with you… eventually.”

I’m talking about more than just sex and fun in the bedroom. Though that’s what we’re in the mood for right now, my relationship with Ozzie already means more to me than any other relationship I’ve ever had.

I’ve never been the type to envision bright futures and happy endings, but being with Ozzie has changed my perspective. It’s shown me that sometimes you don’t have to stand alone. You can have a partner by your side and be just as strong.

Ozzie seems to understand what I mean. His eyes spark and he gives me that stare of his where it seems like he’s thinking about how amazing I am. It’s an adoring look, an intense look, a look that makes me feel special.

“We’ve got plenty of time, Special Agent,” he says before cupping my face. “And don’t think I’m not looking forward to what you can do with handcuffs.”

It’s such an Ozzie thing to say that I laugh and reach for those next out of the basket. I spin them on my finger almost threateningly.

“You’ll find out. But first…” I drop the handcuffs to grab a different item out of the welcome basket. “I want to suck some whipped cream off your dick.”

Within a few minutes, we’re making it happen.

Ozzie’s throbbing hard dick is smothered in fluffy whip cream and I’m like a kid at a candy store as I lick and suck him up. A string of curse words falls from his lips as he groans and cups the back of my head.

I make it sloppy. I make it nasty. I take my time, swirling my tongue along the most sensitive parts of him as I lick up the whipped cream and then suck on his balls. Edging Ozzie to the point he’s about to explode has become one of my favorite games.

A form of power and control in and of itself.

But Ozzie makes sure to get more than even—as I’m seconds away from finishing him off, he’s flipping the script on me. He’s pulling me toward his mouth for a messy, deep kiss, and then he’s pushing me back and grabbing the can of whipped cream lube.

I’ve rarely allowed men to go down on me. Mostly because it always seemed like something that was done more for fun and pleasure than basic necessity.

Ozzie’s obviously changed my outlook on that too.

He’s got me flat on my back, thighs spread wide, head tipped as he and his tongue torture me. The whipped cream is cool on the skin, his tongue warm. I thrash against his mouth as he laps me up and seemingly traces the shape of my pussy.

Warmth spreads from the inside out ’til it feels like I’m burning. I’m on fire feeling Ozzie’s mouth on my pussy. He works his tongue with ease, stroke after stroke, applying just the right amount of pressure.

He edges me like I edged him, where he brings me so close, I’m panting. I’m grinding my hips back against him, seeking more. Then he’s backing off, switching it up to kisses on the inside of my thigh. Light love bites that still make me shudder and throb.

I grow so impatient that I try to sneak a hand to my clit.

“I don’t think so,” he says, snatching it away. “If I have to suffer, so do you, Special Agent.”

We find a compromise… or another means of torture.

Ozzie on his back with me on top of him. Except we’re facing opposite directions. I’m sucking him off and he’s tonguing my pussy.

More burning hot pleasure washes over me as I try to focus on sucking his dick while he’s eating my pussy. It’s both pleasure and agony. Both heaven and hell.

His long fingers splay out on my ass cheeks, gripping a real handful, as he makes the most of it and tongues me deep. His lashes come in so many patterns, so many different intervals that I don’t know what to expect. I’m shocked as he ventures to myotherhole and tongues that too.

It’s a game that I quickly lose. My orgasm erupts from within. The heat burns through me like an explosion of fireworks. I cry out, the sound garbled by Ozzie’s dick in my mouth.

Before I’ve even finished coming, I’m flipped around. I find myself spread open, legs folded back, Ozzie sliding straight into my quivering, slick pussy.

As if I weren’t already hyper sensitive. As if my pussy wasn’t already tingly and swollen.

Ozzie sets me off a second time, sending me rolling into another orgasm. I’m coming as he’s fucking me deep.

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