Page 318 of Of Sins and Sacrifice

He slides it up and down, but he doesn’t push it inside me.

“Do it,” I tell him—Idarehim.

Sweat beads on his forehead, his expression a mix of anguish and frustration. He shakes his head at me. “Not. Yet.”

“Please.” Does he want me to beg? Because I will do it.

Another shake of his head, though this time, the head of his erection bumps along my entrance. He circles around it before sliding upward and settling over my mound.

His hands are tightly holding on to my thighs as he thrusts against me.

Once. Twice. The third time, he throws his head back and lets out a low, guttural groan. His shaft pulses and twitches as he climaxes. Spurts of his dark seed coat my stomach, some landing between my breasts and on my chin.

He’s still grinding against me as his orgasm subsides, and in a moment of madness, I turn the tables on him. Using my powers, I switch our positions so he’s the one sitting on his back on the bed. I climb on the bed between his legs and wrap my hand around his still hard shaft.

It’s surprisingly soft and warm to the touch and much bigger than I thought just by looking at it. He lets out another groan as he watches me with hooded eyes.

“You don’t have to…” He trails off when I lean in and take the tip of his maleness into my mouth. His head falls back onto the mattress.

“Fuck,” he curses, his hands finding their way in my hair.

“It’s sweet and creamy,” I mention as I lick the beads of moisture. “Tastes almost like chocolate.”

His lips quirk up.

“There you go again with the food comparisons.”

I smile against his shaft. “You should be pleased about it since I happen to love sweet things. It means I will love this too,” I continue, giving it another swipe of my tongue.

“Oh fuck. Fuckkkkk,” he growls. “I’m too sensitive. I’m going to…”

I don’t let him finish as I open my mouth wide and take as much of him as I am able to, using my tongue to caress him as he’s done to me. Going by the way his body is turning and twisting, his fingers gripping my hair tightly, I think I’m doing a good job.

Pulling back, I suck on the tip, gathering every bit of that delicious seed. Who knew lovemaking would be so yummy? First, he introduced me to orgasms, which are on par with dessert, and now he’sgivingme dessert?

A more perfect male doesn’t exist.

I notice that whenever I lick the underside of the head, his body erupts in shivers, so I assume that’s a sensitive area. I focus my efforts on it, and more guttural sounds escape his lips. I don’t know what he’s saying. It’s almost as if he’s speaking another language I’ve never heard of—and I’ve heard plenty. But I don’t stop to wonder about that. I continue my ministrations until his release erupts in my mouth, filling me up with the most delicious flavor.

I don’t swallow immediately. I twirl my tongue around it to get more of the flavor.

He stares at me in shock.

“Minnie, you…”

His hand is on my cheek, caressing me lightly before his thumb pries my lips open. My mouth is full of his seed and I swirl it for him to see.

“Fucking hell. You’re the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, you know that?”

I close my mouth and gulp down but then notice some errant drops still leaking from the tip. Leaning in, I lick him clean, all the while he continues to caress my cheek.

His gaze is one of wonder as he stares at me.

“So damn worth it,” he whispers.

“Huh?” I raise my brows in question as I wipe my mouth.

“Everything was so damn worth it.”

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