Page 97 of Devious Kingpin
Juliette’s head tilted back and her eyes fluttered closed.
“Yes, please.” The corners of my lips tugged up. It’d seem the only time my wife uttered that word was in the bedroom.
“You want me to fuck you?” Juliette shuddered at my question and her ocean gaze met mine. There was desire there but also a hint of worry. Maybe even fear. There’d be none of that between us. No fear. No hesitation.
“Whenever you want me to stop,” I said firmly, holding her gaze. “You just say it. You’re in control here. Got it?”
“Yes.”
She was such a force to be reckoned with. I understood now that my approach at securing our wedding would cause a horrible rift between us. So I’d prove to her that I would be good to her. Always. Nothing like my mother, who was cruel and hateful. Nothing like my father, who cheated.
But first, I’d have to ensure she never found out.
“Now tell me, who do you think about when you’re finger-fucking your pussy?” I demanded in a hoarse voice as I stood up and stalked to the bed, grasping her chin in one hand and forcing her to drown in my gaze in the same way I was in hers.
“You.”
“What. Am. I. Doing. To. You.”
“Fucking me,” she gasped.
I could smell her arousal, the slick sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy making obscene sounds.
“You want me in your cunt?” She nodded. “Your pussy wants to strangle my cock?” She swallowed, goosebumps breaking over her skin. Another nod. Not as sure. “Who’s in control here, Juliette?” When she didn’t answer, I pushed my hand into her thick auburn mane and gripped her hair. “Who?” I repeated.
“I am.”
“Good girl.” I would praise her until she started to believe it. “That’s right. You’re in control and we get to do only what you want.” Her cheeks flushed a deeper red. “Now tell me, how am I going to fuck you?”
The slick sounds of her fingers sliding in and out of her cunt mixed with our labored breathing.
“While I’m bent over the bed,” she answered, watching me under her thick lashes. “Or bathroom counter, so I can see you in the mirror, taking me from behind.”
“Fuck.” I’d blow my load if we continued with this. I released her hair and reached down, grabbing her wrist with my hand and forcing her to still. When she let out a protest, I chuckled. Darkly. “All your orgasms belong to me tonight.”
I took her mouth in a hard, possessive kiss and moved down her neck, over her collarbone, shoulders. When I reached her breasts, I took her nipple in my mouth, sucked and licked until she was panting hard, her hips grinding against my thigh. I tugged gently on her nipple with my teeth, while my hands roamed every inch of her body. I couldn’t resist making my way between her thighs, finding her slick with desire. I pushed one finger inside her.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” She was drenched, her insides clenching around my finger greedily.
“Please,” she begged, her skin burning underneath me. “I need… Oh, I—I need—”
Her hips arched off the bed, grinding against me frantically. I knew exactly what she needed, so I kissed my way down her stomach until I reached her pussy.
“Is this what you need?” I growled against her, nipping at her clit. She thrashed back against the pillow, grinding against my face. I pushed my fingers deeper inside her before I dragged them out, only to thrust them in again. Enough to bring her to the edge, but not enough to tip her over.
“Yes, that’s it,” she moaned. “Please, Dante.”
The sound of my name on her lips always did it for me. It was the most beautiful melody. The most perfect sound.
I lifted my head, and she stared back at me with a gaze full of lust and something else shining in those gorgeous blue eyes. It almost looked like adoration. Fuck, could it be love?
“You want to come?”
She nodded eagerly, panting, her mane sprawled around her head like a fan. “Please, Dante.”
I lowered my head again and gently scraped my teeth over her clit before I sucked on it. A moan vibrated through the room, her hips bucked. She was dripping down her thighs and I eagerly lapped at every drop of it like I was starving. And all the while, I finger-fucked her, drowning in the adrenaline buzzing in my ears and her whimpering moans.
The taste of her was addictive. I knew it’d be something I’d do for the rest of our lives. Between her moans and her taste, there’d be no cure for me. She was my salvation. Juliette ground against my face, her movements frantic and desperate, and her pleading whines grew louder the longer I ate her out. I pressed my thumb against her clit and curled my fingers until they hit the spot. She arched off the bed with a sharp cry, shudders wracking her body.
