Page 68 of Deception & Desire

“We shouldn’t,” she hisses as my mouth trails down her neck. “We shouldn’t do this.”

I respond with my teeth, and she squirms delightfully as I suck on the flesh below her ear. Branding her, claiming her. I want her to look in the mirror for the rest of her life and know that she belongs right here with me.

“If I don’t have you right now,Iwill go insane.”

“We can’t, we?—”

I silence her with another filthy kiss, dragging on her bottom lip with my teeth. “I’m going to need you to stop fussing and start concentrating on how you’re going to get your pretty little mouth around my cock.”

She whimpers at my words, submitting herself entirely to the arms that have wrapped themselves around the small of her back.

“Come here,” I say as I help her onto the bed. Her knees land on either side of my waist so that she’s straddling me properly.

Her head dips down to kiss me again, giving me a delightful eyeful down her shirt. My fingers begin to work the buttons open of their own accord.

She does the rest of the work for me, shrugging out of the material as she sucks crudely on my tongue. It’s a demonstration of what's to come.

Yet she’s still careful, still gentle with her touches, cautious not to jostle me too much as she makes sinful noises against my mouth and grinds down on my hardening cock. It would be infuriating if it weren’t so fucking thoughtful.

She withdraws suddenly to continue the path of kisses down my torso, and it feels like she takes the air with her.

My hand clasps her wrist to get her to stop, and she looks up in confusion.

“You first.”

Her pupils dilate as she licks her lips. “I’m not sure?—”

“Sit on my fucking face, Mia.”

She doesn’t need to be told again, shuffling up my body instead of down and sliding her panties off in the process. Her skirt rides all the way up her waist.

“That’s a good girl,” I hum my approval against her thigh. “Doesn’t it feel good to do as you’re told?”

She whimpers slightly as my tongue darts across her skin.

“Hold onto the headboard with both hands,” I instruct her as she hovers tentatively over me. My breath tickles her core, and I can practically taste the wetness that has already accumulated there.

“Let me taste you.”

She sits with a noise of surrender, and I immediately gorge myself on her fruit.

It’s thick and needing and wanting and oh, so eager for attention. I lick along her entirely, stopping only to pay special attention to her sensitive clit, circling it lightly over and over so that my tongue almost feels as if it were vibrating.

The results are glorious, and I’m rewarded with movement. Mia’s hips grind against my face as I greedily offer my tongue for friction.

Nothing has ever tasted so good. Nothing ever will.

My hands dig into her ass cheeks hard enough to bruise as I let her chase her pleasure endlessly.

I know the second my tongue stops being enough. Her hands leave the headboard and yank at my hair.

I withdraw entirely. “Put your hands back on the headboard.”

“Leon,” never has my name sounded so beautiful than on her half-broken lips. “Please. I need you. I need more.”

“I know what you need,” I lick her hard, and her back arches back. “I’m going to give it to you. But your hands need to be back on the headboard.”

I make sure to praise her when she deliriously complies. “So receptive to me, aren’t you? So good at following orders.”

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