Page 61 of Royally Lucky

His cock went deeper, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, fighting to keep from throwing up and embarrassing herself. Drool dripped from her mouth, making the glide of his dick easy. She knew she had to look a mess, but he said she looked beautiful. Her mouth ached. Her pussy, goodness, it ached.

“I’m coming. Swallow it all, baby girl,” he growled.

His words were the absolute sexiest thing she’d heard. The jerk and pulse gave her no choice as he shoved inside, holding her head in place. Warm wet come hit the back of her throat. She sealed her lips, swallowing as much as she could. Still, some escaped, adding to the drool dripping down her face.

“Motherfuck,” he roared. Slowly, he eased back.

She opened her mouth, working to keep her teeth from hitting on the metal piercings. Her jaw ached from the workout he’d given it.

He looked down at her, eyes bright as his big hand sifted through her hair and massaged her scalp. “You’re a miracle to a man who didn’t believe in them. Are you okay?”

She mumbled what she thought might be a yes.

He bent, picking her up like she was the most precious thing in the universe. She closed her eyes, hating the tears that threatened to fall. “Ssh, you did so good. Sit right here.” He placed her on the bed and knelt at her feet.

When his thumb brushed over her lips, wiping the remnants of his come from the corners, she closed her eyes until he pushed at her lips. On instinct, she opened, sucking and licking the digit clean. In the next breath, he lifted a towel she hadn’t seen him grab and wiped her face. His smile was positively wicked. “Are you ready to come, baby girl?”

She inhaled a shaky breath and nodded.

“Words. I want to hear the words, mostriciattola. Do you want me to make you come with my hand, my tongue, or my dick?” he asked.

She looked down, wondering how he’d make her come with his dick when he’d just come. Yet as she stared, she couldn’t help but see his cock was already getting hard again.

“I can see I’ll need to explain a little about my body and its needs when it comes to you. I swear, my dick has been in a state of arousal since the moment I saw you.” He chuckled as if he found it funny.

“Honestly, any way you want to make me come, I’ll be happy.”

He shook his head. “Not good enough. I want you to tell me. Actually, I think I need to taste you first.”

Sutton let out a breath, relieved he wasn’t making her tell him shit.

“You’re not off the hook, baby girl. This is for my pleasure. You don’t get to come until you tell me how you want me to makeyou orgasm.” His mouth moved closer to her face. Her arms went to the side of her hips to keep from falling backward.

“What do you mean?” The taste of him lingered in her mouth.

His eyes heated as they watched her lick her lips. “You have to earn your pleasure. I told you I wanted to fuck your mouth. I told you every step of the way what I wanted. Now it’s your turn.”

The way he spoke made her pulse quicken. “I want your mouth on me.”

“Where?” He bent, placing his mouth over hers. She opened for him, still amazed that he didn’t mind tasting himself as they kissed. She moaned, excited to know he approved of her words.

Kendrick pulled back. “Is that where you wanted my mouth, mostriciattola?”

She shook her head. “No. Although I do like your kisses.” Moving her hand between their bodies, she placed her finger between her breasts. Holding his gaze, she traced a path down her abdomen. With a brazenness that was entirely new for her, she spread her thighs. Still holding his gaze, she placed her finger between the lips of her sex. “I want your mouth right here. Make me come, Kendrick.”

His eyes left hers, following the path her finger took. “Fuck yeah.”

If she hadn’t been sitting, her legs would’ve given out as his dark head bent. With his shoulders so broad, she lifted her feet onto the edge of the bed to make room for him.

“Mmm, good girl.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of each thigh.

The growled words sent a thrill through her entire body, filling cracks she hadn’t known existed. “Kendrick,” she sighed.

“You left a wet spot on this pillow, baby girl.” He grinned down at her.

She smiled back. “It’s your fault. You make me horny.”

“Let’s see if we can’t do something about those needy urges you have.” He spread her legs a little more, wrapping his hands around her thighs.

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