Page 146 of Devious Kingpin
“Or what?”
I wrapped my fist around her strands, tugging her so close that her lips parted beneath mine.
“Or I’ll stop.” Although truthfully, I didn’t think I could.
Her lips curved in a dazzling smile. The kind she never fucking gave me.
“You said you’ll make me happy,” she drawled, her tone breathless. “If you stop, that won’t make me happy.”
Deliberately, I lingered for a few heartbeats, baiting her, tempting her, torturing us both, before growling, “I’m going to bend you over and turn your ass red.”
Her cheeks flushed bright red. “Promises, promises.” She wiggled her ass, then shifted around. “Want me to get in position and wait?”
My mouth dried as I watched her climb onto the pillows and push her ass up in the air. Tinted pink. Her glistening pussy in my full view. It was mine for the taking. She was mine.
“Burn with me, Dante,” she begged, licking her lips. Fuck. I couldn’t resist her. I’d burn with her at the expense of the entire world. Nothing and nobody mattered to me—just her. She asked me to burn with her and I’d do just that.
My hands on her hips, I admired the beautiful view. My handprint on her ass. Her graceful back arched. The view called to the raw part of me that wanted only her. She belonged only to me.
Mine to pleasure, mine to take, and mine to ruin.
Keeping my legs spread, I dragged her ass backward and a small gasp tore from her lips when her ass brushed against my rock-hard erection. Sweeping my hands down the length of her smooth legs. Then I brought them around, hungry to feel every single inch of her body under my palms.
She was breathing heavily. My mouth against her ear, I whispered my praise. “You’re so beautiful, Wildling. And all mine.” She whimpered. “I’m going to touch every inch of you.” I brought my fingers around and took her peaked nipple between them, pinching the sensitive nub. She moaned, low and throaty. “You will tell me if you get scared. Understood?”
Her answering whimper shattered through me. It wasn’t fear. It was pure, raw lust.
Flicking her nipple one last time, I flattened my hand and skimmed the length of her stomach. She had a beautiful body, made for fucking. My hands trailed over her abdominal muscles, then the curves of her waist. Her desperate gasp when I bypassed her pussy and trailed my fingers down her inner thigh was her only complaint.
It surprised me because patience and Juliette didn’t belong in the same room. If my balls didn’t ache so badly, I’d laugh. There was something so raw about Juliette trusting me to reward her.
I traced my fingers back up, up, up, so close to where we both wanted them, before veering south all over again. A frustrated noise vibrated in her throat but no other words came.
“What do you want?” I murmured. I brushed my mouth over her hot skin, the back of her neck, then her spine. She whimpered and moaned, grinding against me, but she didn’t answer.
“Cat got your tongue?” I moved my hand from her thigh and slapped her lightly against her aching pussy. Right above her clit. She screamed my name. “Tell me,” I demanded.
Her entire body shuddered. “Your hand… on my pussy,” she whimpered.
I cupped her core, easing the burn. She was drenching my fingers. I could feel her throbbing for my cock. I dipped my fingers through her wetness, feeling her walls clench around them.
“P-please,” she said, her head falling back.
I pulled out my fingers and brought them to her plump lips. “Taste yourself.”
She obeyed immediately, her lips parting and her tongue flicking against them as she wrapped her mouth around my fingers and sucked them deep.
A groan reverberated through my chest. I fucking wanted her mouth on my cock, but I wouldn’t last. I wanted her pleasure first. She ground down, her ass circling over my crotch. Pulling my fingers out of her mouth, I reached down for her pussy again. My wet fingers found her clit, applying pressure, circling it faster and harder.
Then I plunged two fingers deep inside her. “Dante,” she moaned. “Oh… my… God.”
I curled my fingers within her. Pressed my thumb down on her clit. A cry wrestled from her throat and I knew it’d be my end.
“Please, Dante,” she pleaded. “I want you inside me.”
I pulled my fingers away, then flipped her over on her back and lined her pussy up with my cock. I slid myself against her drenched folds, her heat tempting me. Her hips arched, dipping the tip of it into her greedy pussy.
She held my gaze. No traces of panic. No ghosts. Just her and I.
