Page 71 of Devious Kingpin
If I’d known Dante would be such a generous lover, I might have given in to him a lot sooner. He always seemed so cold, so demanding, and yet, he was the opposite.
After our kiss, I buried my face in the crook of his neck. He was still cuffed. I should uncuff him, and truthfully, it surprised me he didn’t ask me to do so.
My pulse raced at what I contemplated doing. For that, he’d have to remain cuffed.
I shifted around, my entrance brushing against his hard length accidentally. He stiffened and so did I.
“Sorry, I can’t help my body’s reaction to you,” he grumbled under his breath.
My heart warmed. It couldn’t be comfortable for him to be hard and cuffed. Yet, not a single complaint left his lips. I raised my head and met his dark eyes. I used to think of them as the devil’s eyes. Not anymore. Yes, they were dark. But they were beautiful. Like the night sky with stars shimmering in them.
Leaning closer, my mouth brushed against his.
“I—I can make you feel good too,” I murmured against his lips. Of course, I never stammered but it’d seemed all my firsts happened around this man. My blushing. My stammering. The most amazing orgasm. The first orgasm at a man’s hand—well, technically at his mouth. The best part, it wasn’t just any man. It was Dante. My husband.
The lazy, possessive look in his eyes alone had my body buzzing with excitement. I wet my lips, dying to taste him now. He might have been possessive, but so was I. He owned my orgasm, but I’d own his too. This went both ways—two-way street.
“You do for me, I do for you,” I murmured, reminding him of my promise.
“You don’t have to.” His protest had no heart in it. “Really, Juliette.”
Ignoring his halfhearted protest, I moved down his body. He watched me with a tension that radiated from his gaze but not another protest left his lips. Keeping his stare, I hooked my fingers over the hem and pulled his black boxers down his muscular legs. He shifted on the bed, attempting to assist me. But all the while, his eyes set me on fire.
Our breathing felt like a seductive echo through the room. He was cuffed, but it didn’t fool me into thinking he was weak. There wasn’t a single weak thing about this man.
My fingers trembled as they wrapped around his smooth length. His hips bucked and my eyes flickered to his face. His jaw clenched. His gaze burned.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
His cock felt so smooth and warm. Hard and thick. I couldn’t resist pumping him in my fist once. He hissed, his pelvis pushing into my palm. Precum glistened at the top of his shaft, and suddenly, my mouth watered. I leaned in and drew my tongue out, licking the tip of him.
He tasted good, different. Salty.
So I licked him again, all the way from the base to the tip. A soft groan escaped Dante and his muscles tensed. My eyes flickered up to his face and found his expression dark and demanding.
“Suck,” he said simply, his voice raspy.
A warm wave rushed through me and pulsed between my legs. I hated being bossed around but something about Dante doing just that had a hum of satisfaction traveling up my throat. So I obeyed, running my tongue around the head as if he were a lollipop before I sucked him into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head falling back against the pillows.
Suddenly, I knew this would be my addiction. Seeing Dante DiLustro tethered on the edge of his control and falling to his knees for me. My mouth. My pussy.
My hands came to his muscular thighs and I clawed my nails into him. My nipples brushed against his thighs and sparks of pleasure fluttered through me. This man had just given me the best orgasm of my life and my pussy already clenched for more. I sucked him harder, wanting to reciprocate the same pleasure he gave me. I took more of him in my mouth, letting his cock glide in and out, hitting the back of my throat.
He controlled his hips, thrusting them into my mouth, and if my mind had been clear, I’d marvel at the way he’d taken control of my body without even touching me. Heat bloomed in my stomach, moving lower. I had to squeeze my thighs together to ease the dull ache.
Breathy noises vibrated in my throat. My body hummed in approval at his intrusion, wishing he were deep inside me. But I didn’t think I was ready to go there yet.
“Look at me, Wildling,” he ordered roughly and my gaze instantly flicked to him.
“You look so fucking good with my cock deep in your throat,” he praised, pushing himself deeper inside my mouth. Deep enough to hit the back of my throat. I gagged but refused to let go, relaxing my throat and letting him fuck my mouth.
His lust-filled gaze burned hot. It had grown darker and hazier than even the midnight sky.
“Fuck, I can’t wait until you let me touch you,” he rasped, watching me like I was precious to him. Like I was his whole world.
Dark whispers of devotion and something else settled deep inside me.
