Page 47 of A Court of Sugar and Spice
“I didn’t realize.”
He lifts his hand, and the chair I was painting in vanishes from its spot, reappearing again on this side of the long table, near the food. I start to lower myself into the seat, but he slides in first, pulling my bottom down onto his lap.
I suck in a breath at the feel of him. His cock is huge, a thick rod pinned between his thighs and my ass.
“Eat your dinner.” His voice is a velvety purr.
Obediently I lean forward and take a bite. When I rock back onto him, he hums in bliss at the contact.
I manage a few more bites, but the grinding thickness of him against my sex is too tempting, even with the layers of fabric between us. I lift myself off his lap, just enough to gather my skirts all the way up, around my waist, revealing my soaked underwear.
“Sit, sugar,” he murmurs.
This time when I sit down, I voice a shrill gasp that’s half-moan. I can feel him so much better now. I shift, rolling against the hard ridge of his cock. If I can just move like this a few more times—
But his hands clasp my hips, stilling the motion.
“No, naughty girl,” he says. “You may not come until you’ve eaten some more of your dinner. Stand up for a moment and take another bite.”
I lift off him briefly, placing a forkful of greens in my mouth.
When I lower myself toward his lap again, I encounter the hot, silky head of his bare cock, jutting upward, pressing against my pussy lips.
The bastard vanished his pants, and my underwear.
I start to sink onto him, but he pinches my ass cheek. “Not yet, sweetness. Another bite.”
Poised over his cock, my thighs quivering with the ache of hovering in place above his lap, I manage another bite.
“Good girl,” he says. “You may sit down. But don’t come yet.”
His fingers brush against my bottom as he angles himself for entry. I sink lower, feeling his cock head nudge into my slit, squeezing deeper and deeper, then sliding in all the way to the hilt.
He throbs a little, a warm, silky thickness inside me.
“Fu-u-uck,” he groans. “By the fucking stars, you feel divine.”
I can only whine in response, fully seated on him, my legs between his.
“Another bite,” he says hoarsely.
I lift up a little, leaning forward to take the bite, then impaling myself fully on him again. The surge of his hot shaft through my folds is a stimulation more exquisite than I’ve ever imagined. Much different from the quick, awkward encounter in the garden shed with the postman’s cousin.
I think I’m going to come without him even touching my clit.
“Why can’t I come yet?” I breathe.
“Because it’s more fun this way.” He leans forward, aligning his chest to my back. And then, with a shiver of magic, my dress is gone, and I’m sitting nude on his lap with his cock inside me. “Take another bite.”
When I rise this time, my pussy makes a squelching sound around him. I gasp, embarrassed, and he laughs. “Don’t be shy, darling. I love it. Give me every crude, naughty, sloppy, wicked sound from your beautiful body.”
He pulls me back down, thrusting upward into me, and a small burst of pleasure arcs through my belly. Not there yet, but almost, so very near that I want to cry from the exquisite suspense.
“Have you pleasured yourself before?” Fin whispers. “I think you have.”
“Many times,” I admit, breathless.
“And what did you think of while you teased your pretty pussy?”
