Page 75 of King of Praise
“Where do you want it?” he asks. His tone makes it clear he’s not going to give me want I want unless I say the words.
“I want your mouth on my pussy,” I say with more confidence this time.
He rewards my honesty by slowly lifting one of my legs, dropping wet kisses as he does. He guides my leg over his shoulder, opening me to his hungry gaze.
“Hold onto my hair,” he instructs. “You’re going to need the support.”
The first brush of his tongue against my center has my fingers tightening in his dark hair. He groans at the contact, the vibration sparking through my body. His mouth works me with devastating skill—licking, sucking, occasionally adding the sharp edge of teeth that makes me cry out.
“Please,” I beg as his tongue slides through my wet folds with practiced skill. “Oh god, please.”
He rewards my pleading with a long, slow lick that ends with his tongue circling my clit. My fingers tighten again in his hair, drawing a pleased growl that makes my thighs tremble. Hesteadies me with his large hands gripping my ass, keeping me spread open.
His tongue moves with maddening patience—broad strokes alternating with teasing flicks that build the pressure low in my belly without pushing me over the edge. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he sucks my clit between his lips, and I cry out. My hips buck against his face but he holds me still, completely in control of my pleasure.
I’m so close, right on the edge of release, when he pulls back. The moan that escapes me is desperate, needy. He chuckles, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my inner thighs while I tremble with denied pleasure.
“Not yet, lovely,” he murmurs against my sensitive skin. “I want you desperate for it.”
His fingers replace his tongue, sliding through my wetness with teasing pressure. One thick finger pushes inside me, curling to hit the spot that makes my vision blur. A second finger joins the first, stretching me deliciously as he pumps them in and out with careful precision.
“So wet for me. Look at you, letting me play with this sweet pussy.”
The praise and his skilled fingers has me climbing toward release again. My pussy clenches around his fingers as the pressure builds and builds. Just before I tip over the edge, he withdraws completely, leaving me empty and aching.
“Please,” I sob, my whole body trembling with need. “Please, sir, I need to cum.”
“You’ll cum when I let you cum.” His voice rumbles against my inner thigh, dark with promise. “Besides, I can’t rush this after the way that perfect mouth of yours took my cock. Gotta reward my good girl.”
My breath catches at the possessive tone. The way he saysmy good girlsends shivers down my spine, making my thigh shake where it rests over his broad shoulders.
“Please,” I beg as he slides those thick fingers back inside me, curling them expertly inside me. “Micah, please. I can’t.”
He chuckles again, drawing another desperate sound from my throat. His tongue circles my clit while his fingers pump steadily in and out, my climb continuing.
Just when I think he’ll deny me again, he increases the pressure, sucking hard on my clit while his fingers fuck me deeper.
He alternates between fucking me with his fingers and tongue, each switch in sensation building the pressure higher and higher. His other hand still grips my ass, pulling me harder against his face as he devours me with single-minded focus. Every nerve ending is on fire, my whole body trembling on the edge of release.
Each thrust of his tongue combined with the stretch of his thick fingers has me seeing stars. I can barely remain standing, my body losing control.
“Oh, god,” I cry out as he hits spots I didn’t know existed. “Please, please, I can’t—”
When his fingers find that spot deep inside me, pressing firmly while his tongue continues its assault, I shatter completely.
“Micah,” I scream as pleasure explodes through my body. My legs buckle but his strong hands hold me steady against his face, refusing to let me fall as he continues his merciless attention.
Wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me but he doesn’t stop. His tongue and fingers keep working in perfect synchronization, drawing out my orgasm until I’m sobbing from the intensity. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he curls his fingers again, sending me spiraling into another peak.
“Please,” I beg, my whole body shaking. “It’s too much.”
“No such thing,” he growls, determined to wring every drop of pleasure from my trembling body.
Only when I’m gasping and boneless, completely wrung out from multiple orgasms, does he finally show mercy. But the satisfied gleam in his dark eyes as he looks up at me suggests he’s far from finished with me tonight.
Rising to his full height, Micah kisses his way up my body. His mouth finds my breasts, lavishing attention on each nipple until I’m squirming against him. I can feel his erection pressing insistently against my stomach, hot and hard with renewed arousal.
“Should I fuck my present now?” he asks, hot lips against my skin.
