Page 137 of The Scandal You Started
He let out a stifled noise of equal parts shock, arousal, and terror, his mouth hanging open.
Wicked power danced through her lust as she gathered saliva on her tongue. She spat on his tip a few times and watched it trickle down his length before dragging her fist up, spreading and mixing it with the liquid leaking out of him already.
She opened her mouth around him. He gritted his teeth, scrunching her hair tighter.
They both moaned quietly as she closed around him.
She wanted to let her lashes drop and savour the feel and taste of him, but it was impossible to take her gaze off the pained twist of pleasure on his face. It sparked through her pussy, andshe pressed into the mattress, wanting relief, wanting to torture herself with the pleasure of giving.
She wanted him deeper. So she inched him in, swirled her tongue around him, and took more and more. She drew back until he almost slipped from between her lips and then swallowed him, moaning and salivating, enjoying the process of working her mouth down him. Until her throat convulsed and her jaw had unhinged past what was comfortable. But the pain and his pleasure combined lit her veins on fire.
“Enough,” Dominic panted. “That’s enough, Rayna. No more. I cannot take much more of this.”
Oh, but she could.
Rayna dug one set of fingers into his muscular thigh, while she rolled and massaged his balls with the other. She bobbed her head faster, drooling all down her chin. Grinding into the bed, she hollowed her cheeks and lapped at the underside of him. His grunts chimed through her throbbing cunt the few times her nose pressed into the trim hairs painting his groin, and she gagged, eyes watering, still slurping his taste, his thickness, his heat down her throat.
“Darling, sweetheart, Rayna, my love,” he rasped frantically. “You ought to stop…must stop. I cannot—I will not be able to stop myself from spilling on your tongue.”
She moaned keenly, letting him know that was exactly what she wanted. The vibrations sent him doubling over her, and rather than pulling her off, he pressed her head down.
Intentionally or accidentally, it didn’t matter. She stroked her tongue along his length, what little she could, a few more times, and then she stayed down.All the way down.Crying, choking, gagging, suffocating on his fat dick as he grabbed her rocking arse with one hand. Her plump flesh yielded to his deliciously painful grip. He growled something, but it sounded like garble over the pure euphoria singing a symphony through her.
Come, come, come.
Not just him. Her too.
She wanted to climax while he coated her throat in his cum. And fuck, she was close. No, she was there, barely holding it back.
Just when she thought she couldn’t wait for him any longer, he dug his other blunt fingers into her arse cheek and growled so fucking feral and raw.
Rayna’s eyes shot wide, and she let out a muffled squawk as hot spurts hit the back of her throat. She choked, so damn near to coughing, instinct trying to get her to tear away. But she was locked up, shaking violently as she came herself, pleasure wrenching her mind in two.
The afterquakes still felt like mini climaxes when Dominic ripped her off him. She was so weak and dizzy, her top teeth just caught along his length somewhere. But if he winced, she had no idea, her gaze too wet and unfocused as she heaved and sucked in gulps of air.
Tears, drool, and the cum she hadn’t managed to swallow dripped all down her cheeks, chin, and neck. Yet Dominic framed her jaw in the cup of his hand.
“Bloody fucking woods, Rayna,” he growled, sounding both angry and exhausted as he moved around her with speed. “You wicked nymph. You devious temptress. You will be the death of me and the death of yourself too, dammit. Just what were you thinking?”
She wanted to point out he’d held her down just as much as she’d held herself, but a soft fabric rubbed over her eyes and down her face and throat, cleaning up any sticky residue.
Dominic dropped the piece of clothing on the floor, then his hands clenched around her shoulders. Within the blink of an eye, Rayna found herself on her back, staring up at a huffing, scowling, naked pirate king.
“You,” he growled, heavily denting the pillow under her head with one palm.
Smirking breathlessly, she arched up and looped her arms around his neck. “Yes,darling?” she said, her voice slurred and gravelly.
Whatever he’d been about to say turned into a choked sound, and he gawked, caught off guard.
She chuckled and towed him down over her, smacking her mouth to his. He groaned into her, somehow managing to sound pleased and irritated at the same time.
“That,” he said moments later. “That is not how you make love, Rayna.”
She frowned mock-innocently. “What do you mean? I orgasmed sucking you off, so clearly I loved it. And you just tasted how much you loved it too, so how is that not making love then?”
“That is not the same as making love.”
“Hmm, it’s not?” she said, caressing a hand down his hot, damp chest. “Well, I’ve never made love before, so I don’t really know what the difference is.”
