Page 96 of Devious Kingpin
“Yes.” She caved, pulling me onto the bed next to her. But not on top. She still feared missionary.
“You okay?” My balls ached but there was no fucking way I’d hurt her. Her needs were more important than mine.
Juliette arched her hips, grinding against my shaft. “Please don’t stop.”
I shifted off the bed, wanting to give her some space. Her terror would gut me and I didn’t want to smother her.
I stood at the foot of the bed when a whimpering protest left her lips.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I assured her, my eyes locked on her. Her tongue swept over her bottom lip and my dick twitched, picturing that tongue on my cock.
“Be a good girl and touch yourself,” I ordered in a raspy voice. “Your breasts first. Show me what you like.”
A small shiver rippled through her body. My eyes traveled over one and then the other, caressing every inch of them.
I watched Juliette’s fingers tremble as she brought them up to her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers and then pinching them. Despite her blush, she didn’t take her eyes off me. She moaned my name, and it was just about enough to make me come right then and there.
My gaze dragged from her heavy, full breasts, over her curves to the sweet pussy glistening with her wetness.
“Now spread your legs wider and touch your pussy,” I rasped. “Show me how you get yourself off when you think about me.”
A deep blush bloomed across her body and up her chest, coloring her cheeks. It had only been a handful of times that I’d seen the stubborn woman blush. It had become my life’s purpose, seeing her ivory skin turn rosy.
I couldn’t wait to trace every inch of her with my tongue. Mark her with my teeth, and more than anything, I couldn’t wait to touch her. Claim her in every sense of the word so everyone knew who she belonged to.
Me.
One hand slid between her legs, her finger circling her clit, slowly at first but then faster and harder. Soon, she was whimpering with pleasure. Her blue eyes flooded with lust and locked on me, her mouth falling open and her breathing turning shallow as she rubbed her clit and brought her other hand across to finger her pussy.
My cock was so hard it hurt. I needed her like the fucking air in my lungs. My eyes locked on her.
Fierce. Ravenous. Destructive.
Together we’d be a volcano. No doubt about it.
“You thinking of me, Wildling?”
She watched me through heavy eyelids. “Yes,” she moaned.
Fuck, the admission might have me spilling. I was so fucking close.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I growled.
Her tongue darted out, sweeping across her bottom lip. “I want you to tongue-fuck me.”
Shit. Juliette liked the dirty talk. It made sense she was the girl of my dreams.
“You want to come all over my face?”
She moaned as her fingers worked faster, her knees still splayed apart as her arousal trickled down her inner thigh. It made my mouth water. Her thighs trembled from her ministrations, her pleasure building.
“Tell me,” I growled.
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I want to come all over your face.”
Satisfaction filled me. Hot and needy.
“I’m going to lick every single inch of you. Your mouth. Your breasts. Your cunt.”
