Page 61 of Sold Bullied Mate

“Dorian?” she asks when I pull back, kissing down her jaw and to her neck, body suddenly thrumming with the need to get this woman’s skin on my tongue, to taste her in more ways than one.

“Shh,” I murmur, trailing my lips over her collarbone, hands finding the skirt of her dress and bunching it around her hips. “Remember what I told you?”

She giggles when I push the dress up more, pushing my lips against the soft swell of her belly.

“What?”

“I told you,” I rasp, cock already hard, body electric with the feel of her. “That, when I had more time, I was going to linger with you. Taste every inch of your skin. That time is now.”

A shiver runs the full length of her body at my words, and I love seeing the power I have. How a single sentence can make her shake like this, trembling under my touch.

I slide lower, hooking my thumbs around the band of her panties, drawing them down until I’m drowning in the scent of her. She gasps, looking down at me, her eyes wide.

“Dorian, are you—”

“Think of this as behavioral conditioning,” I murmur, touching my lips to each of her thighs. Gods, I could spend the rest of my life down here, worshiping the smooth, soft skin on her inner thighs, kissing and biting, nuzzling my face into the gentle curve of them.

“What?” she laughs, the sound cutting off into a breathy rasp when I move my mouth so I’m hovering right over her, lips pressed gently to her skin, barely a whisper of pressure, but enough that her legs jerk, tightening around me.

“You gave me the best news of my life,” I say, watching her shiver as the vibration of my voice reaches her, getting her even more wet for me. “So I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life. Teach you to keep doing that.”

“So, you want—” she gasps when I use my hands to pull her apart, sliding my tongue up the length of her and groaning deeply at the taste. “So you want,” she tries again, panting. “Dorian, if you do this every time, we’ll end up with a million kids.”

“Okay,” I murmur against her clit, grinning when I see her hands searching for purchase, grabbing the sheets and balling them in her fists.

“That’s what you want?” she asks, raising her head. When her eyes meet mine, and she sees me like this, between her legs, tasting her, I watch her pupils blow wide. My cock is trapped between me and the bed, and each time I move against her, the friction there just winds me tighter, tighter.

“With you?” I ask, pressing into her with the flat of my tongue. “Yes.”

Kira lets out a whimper, either at the admission or the sensation, and I don’t waste any more time in making this woman come on my tongue.

Chapter 38 - Kira

Dorian is relentless, seeking, his tongue hot and persistent against me as he chases my orgasm. I wind tighter and tighter around him, burying my fingers in his hair and nearly losing my mind at the gentle up-and-down, up-and-down of his chin, how he swirls his tongue, how he works over me like he doesn’t want to miss a single millimeter of my skin.

When I orgasm, my legs lock in a vice grip around him, but he never stops, never relents, keeping the same pace and murmuring encouragements to me as he goes.

“Dorian,” I breathe, as I come down from the high, body feeling loose and limber, like Jell-O. “Fuck, Dorian.”

“I want to fuck you, Kira,” he says, trailing kisses over my hips, squeezing my love handles, running his hands over the curve of my belly and thighs like a man praying to his gods. “Can I fuck you?”

I’ve no more than nodded weakly, hair in my face, when Dorian’s hands anchor on my hips, and he’s turning me over.

“Don’t rest on your hands,” he says, curving over me, stacking pillows under my chest. My dress is still on, the skirt bunched ridiculously around my hips, but for some reason, that just makes the whole thing hotter, his hands on me, brushing against the fabric.

I could cry from the tenderness, but I’m too shocked from the feeling of him pushing into me from behind, sliding in fully in one fell swoop, his hips nestled against mine, the pressure exquisite, bursting behind my eyes like fireworks so quickly that I let out a sound of pleasure.

“Do you like that?” Dorian asks, curving his chest over my back so his mouth is against my ear. It makes goosebumps run the length of my spine, every nerve in my body set alight, and it multiplies the sensation of his cock inside me.

He draws out, pushes in again, adjusts to find a better angle. Each thrust sends me higher and higher, the sounds come out of me, out of my control, wild and breathless. I’ve only had sex twice—or three times now, if we’re counting what he just did with his mouth—and this is, by far, my absolute favorite.

“Fuck,” I hiss, almost laughing at myself for the originality, but I can’t—can’t think of anything but the blinding pleasure, his grunting in my ear. I don’t know what feels better, the pressure inside me, or the knowledge that it’smybody doing this for Dorian, my hips his fingers are digging into,myhair he winds around his palm, my name he’s whispering as he thrusts.

“Such a good girl, Kira,” he rasps, and I come apart on him, crying out into the pillow, body going limp as he swells inside me, his knot forming and pushing out, out, stretching me to the delicious point of pain.

I let all the sounds out into the pillow as he breathes against me, kisses my back, tells me how good I feel. How I’m perfect, made just for him, so perfect.

It’s bliss. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

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