Page 84 of A Court of Sugar and Spice
Lir approaches, all of his perfect body revealed. The paneled abs, the mounded pectorals, the toned arms, bulging with muscle. Every bit of him belongs to me.
He crawls between my legs and sinks his face into my sex with a relieved moan.
I didn’t expect it, and I vent a breathless, blissful squeal, gathering fistfuls of the blanket while he devours me open-mouthed, his tongue lashing between the lips of my sex, plunging into my body. He nibbles my clit, and I buck, my hips yearning up off the bed.
“Inside, inside, please,” I pant. “Please, Lir. No games, I need your cock inside me.” I’m clutching his black hair, using it to drag him up along my body. He yields slowly, kissing and licking the roundness of my stomach, pressing his mouth into the softness of my breasts. He sucks a nipple gently, lets it pop free.
I’m done waiting.
I renew my grip on his hair and jerk his head down so I can kiss him. And while I’m kissing him, I lock my legs around his waist and I reach between us, positioning the hot tip of his cock over my entrance. Lifting my hips, I take all of him inside me.
Lir breaks our kiss with a harsh groan that rattles through his body. His skin breaks into goosebumps, and I smile.
Cupping his backside with both hands, I push him deeper in. The sensation of him sinking into me is exquisite. He’s thick, hard, and satin-smooth, hot as fever and just as dizzying. In the haze of sensation, I can’t remember what anyone else’s cock felt like—only his.
My Chosen.
“I want you to ride me, Louisa,” he whispers. “I want to see the way your beautiful body moves.”
He’s rolling over, taking me with him. Landing on his back, with me astride his hips, his cock still firmly lodged in my pussy. He stares at me with a wondering sort of smile, splaying his fingers over my breasts and squeezing them, then smoothing his palms over my generous bottom, indulging in every rich curve.
“You are so beautiful,” he breathes.
I drape myself over him, leaning down to taste his perfect lips. “I have never seen a man as beautiful as you.”
Then I straighten, my hands planted on his chest, and I begin to fuck him. I ride him just like he wanted, my breasts bouncing, all of me devoted to the movement. When I look down at where we’re joined, I feel as if my pussy should be glowing—it feels incandescent, pulsing with a building heat, a crescendo of maddening pleasure.
Lir’s cock is even harder now. His body is straining, his breath quick and shallow, his green eyes wide, black hair tumbled over his brow as he watches my pussy lips slide up and down on his shaft.
I want to make him come like this. But he isn’t moaning yet, and I’m determined to elicit the sounds I need.
I rise high on my knees, letting his slick cock pop out of me.
“Louisa,” he whimpers, and my pussy flutters.
“That’s it,” I murmur to him. “Good boy, cry for me just like that.”
Kneeling between his legs, I slide my lips over his cock and go all the way down, just once. Then I pull off completely.
His dick bobs in the air, and a broken sob cracks from his throat. “Louisa… Louisa…”
I touch him with one finger, teasing delicately along the underside of his shaft.
Another male moan, thin and desperate, while his chest heaves. I coax his dick with my finger again, making it jerk, wrenching another moan from him.
“You’re toying with me,” he says hoarsely. “But you forget who I am, Louisa.” He rises on his elbows, his green eyes snapping. “I’m the King of Faerie.”
My skin bursts into chills. It’s the first time he has called himself that.
He’s rising while I stare, mesmerized… the tables turned, the predator becoming the prey…
He pounces on me. Rolls me over onto my stomach and slides his fingers through my wetness, moving them back up to slather my clit with my arousal. I nearly come on his fingers, thighs trembling. My pussy is quivering, spasming, craving fullness.
When he rams his cock inside me, I’m gone. I fly out of my body and I soar into the clear night sky, into a void of bursting stars that spatter my skin with scintillating light.
He’s driving into me, groaning and grunting helplessly with every thrust—every sound I’ve wanted to hear from him. He’s fucking me, fucking me hard—the King of Faerie buried in my heat, driving himself wild inside me.
When he comes, I feel the heavy pulse of his orgasm, and his warmth filling me up.
