Page 120 of Bitter Prince
“What—”
The moment his calloused palms ran down my thighs, spreading them, I understood his reference. I flushed, remembering how it felt having his mouth on me last night. I watched him through half-lidded, lust-filled eyes, and the moment he pressed his face between my legs and inhaled, my head fell back on a sigh.
His arms wrapped around my thighs, lifting them slightly, and then he licked me all the way from ass to clit. A moan vibrated through the air as steam crawled through my blood, lighting me on fire. This felt so dirty, so inappropriate, but God… it felt so damn good.
“You like that?” His voice was rough. Deep. “Me, licking your pussy.”
“Yes.” A deep sound of satisfaction came from his throat. “Please, more,” I breathed.
The hot sweep of his tongue followed, sending a violent shiver through me. A mindless haze filled me, leaving nothing but lust in its wake. Like a burning star, I was about to burn out as he licked me everywhere he could reach. My hips rolled beneath his mouth, each wave increasing the throbbing, empty ache between my thighs.
I needed him to ease that ache. To fill this emptiness.
I yanked his hair as hard as I could, and he finally gave me his attention. His eyes were as dark as the universe, and only their stars could show me the way.
“I need more,” I begged.
As if he understood exactly what I needed, he tightened his arms around my thighs. Then he crawled over me, licking and nipping my stomach and breasts as he did. His body covered mine, blissfully warm weight making my skin sing with satisfaction.
He kissed my neck while bracing his hands on either side of my head.
“Are you sure you’re not sore?” My hands slid down his smooth back. When my palms settled on his abs, he closed his eyes, his jaw tightening. “God help me if you are,” he gritted.
“Not too bad,” I murmured, kissing his neck. I slid my hand down until I cupped his erection. His forehead fell to rest on mine and a rumble escaped him. He pressed himself into my palm. “This empty ache is worse.”
My heartbeat fluttered in anticipation. He was hot and big and hard and so utterly masculine, I knew it’d be worth a little pain. The rush of longing in his eyes matched the one in my body, and I was determined to see this through.
“I want it,” I breathed. “So bad, Amon.”
“Ah, fuck,” he groaned as his hand cupped the side of my face. “Ask me nicely, cinnamon girl.”
He nipped my jaw, then eased the sting with a lick. My lower stomach filled with warmth and a pulse bloomed between my legs.
His cock still in my palm, I gently tugged it and whispered in his ear, “Please give me your cock.”
I guided his length to my entrance when he gritted, “Wait.”
He reached for a condom on the side table, then tore it open with his teeth. It was a good thing one of us kept our reason this time.
His eyes were lazy and dark and my face burned as I watched him grab his erection at the base, ready to roll it on. The action was so primal, so surprisingly hot, something burned to life inside of me.
“Can I do it?”
He handed me the wrapper and I rolled it over his length before straddling his hips again. I wanted at least a little bit of control, and much to my delight, he allowed it.
Resting my hands on either side of him, I leaned forward and kissed his throat. I was all over him, running my hands over his biceps, pecs, and into his hair. I kissed his throat with tongue, nipped at his earlobe, and sucked on his neck.
“I love you.”
His hand cupped the back of my head, his fingers lacing through the strands. “I love you too, cinnamon girl. Now ride my cock.”
He fisted the hair at my nape and I pulled back with half-lidded eyes. My breasts brushed his chest, sending ripples of pleasure through me as I let the feel of him wash over me, swallowing me whole. I ground down on his erection. I dropped my head and dug my fingers into his shoulders as I rolled my hips, using his chest for leverage and rubbing my wetness up and down his length.
He groaned so deeply I could feel it vibrate through his chest. The head of his erection slipped inside of me, the size of him overpowering my senses. My fingers curled on his abs as I sank onto him another inch, stinging at his size.
Amon gripped my hips when I tried to sink farther. “Wait, baby. No rush.”
A heavy exhale left me. He read my body like a book. The pain faded into a delicious fullness, and we both watched as I slid down until he disappeared inside me, a throaty sigh escaping my swollen lips.
