Page 62 of Reveal Me
‘You,’ she pants, twisting her head round. Our eyes lock. Hers are glassy with need.
‘Who does this pretty little cunt belong to?’ I lower the flogger, trailing it between her legs, teasing her sex.
I need to be certain she’s as invested in this—us—as much as I am.
She squirms against the flogger seeking friction. ‘You.’
Satisfaction sweeps through every cell in my body, rapidly eradicating any last trace of lingering jealousy. ‘Good girl.’
I toss the flogger to the floor and tear off the scrap of silk between her legs. It’s soaked. I bring it to my face and inhale it before shoving it into my pocket.
My gaze roams over the silk suspender belt, the exposed flesh of the tops of her thighs above her stockings. They can stay on. I reach between her legs, swiping a finger through her slick folds, and she gasps.
‘Sean,’ it’s a plea and a prayer. She twists to meet my eye again. I bring my finger to my mouth and lick her arousal off my finger. She wets her lips.
‘You taste utterly delectable.’ I’m on my knees for her in less than three seconds, lapping at her wet cunt, revelling in the taste of her and the needy little moans that spill from her mouth. When her thighs start to tense, I slow to a maddeninglyslow pace, and she bucks against my face. I stop completely.
I rise, replacing my tongue with my fingers, thrusting them in and out of her tight channel. Just when she’s ready to blow again, I stop.
‘Sean,’ her voice cracks with need.
‘Trust me, you’ll thank me for this when I’m fucking your ass.’
She gasps. ‘Do it. I told you, I’m yours.’
Her words are a balm to my jealous soul. ‘Patience, princess.’ I swipe the slickness from her pussy and drag it higher until I find her tight little hole.
She shivers as I sink a finger in. Goosebumps rip over her skin. ‘How does that feel?’ I press tiny kisses over her shoulder blades and up over her neck.
‘It feels,’ I feel her throat bob as she swallows, ‘so good.’
‘My dirty girl,’ I growl.
I tear open my suit pants and my cock springs free.
‘Take everything off.’ Layla twists to look at me again with a fresh set of need in her eyes. ‘I want to feel your skin on my skin.’
I hold her gaze for a long beat.
She watches as I reach for my shirt buttons and unfasten them one by one. ‘You’re going to be the undoing of me.’
‘I think it’s you who’s going to be the undoing of me,’ she admits. Something flashes through her eyes. Something that mirrors every single one of my fragile feelings. I’m in way over my head. This thing between us is so much more than what we signed up for.
But this princess has no way of getting her traditional fairy tale ending. Not with me anyway. I’m no prince. I’m a predator. But at least we have this—for now.
I shrug out of my shirt and toss it to the side, then dragmy trousers down my thighs, kicking my shoes off in the process. Getting fully naked with a sub feels like relinquishing control. But this situation is already so far out of both of our control, we may as well embrace it together.
Pressing my body against hers, I nuzzle into her neck. She arches back into me, our bodies saying the things that our mouths can’t.
This is so much more than anything before.
I nudge my cock into her slick slit. ‘You feel so fucking good.’ I inch myself into her, stretching her until she’s full of me.
‘So do you.’ Her head rolls back against my chest. She tilts her chin up until our eyes meet. The last time a woman did that, I ended the arrangement immediately. This time, I want the woman before me to stare at me forever.
I thrust into her slowly, repeating the motion until my cock is coated in her arousal. ‘This pussy is mine.’ I drag myself out of her, repositioning my dick until it rests between her ass cheeks. ‘This ass is mine.’ I ease myself into her, slowly, gently, with a tenderness I’ve never used on anyone before.
‘Ohh.’ She hunches forward as she takes my cock, inch by magnificent inch.
