Page 143 of Morally Black Betrothal
Yeah, less Coke cans, more rolling pin. Good Lord.
“Brendan Black,” I murmured.
He gazed at me with an expression that was half drunk. “Yes, angel?”
“You, sir, are a tease.”
A sly half-smile emerged, bringing out his left dimple. “I’m just enjoying this while it lasts, sweetheart. A man gets a chance to explore, he needs to do it properly and learn the terrain.”
He drew his cock through my slickness, and I arched as his thumb started slow, gentle circles over that sensitive spot.
“Oh!” I gasped as he pinched lightly.
He bent down and sucked the spot on his neck where not long ago, he’d left a mark. “Like that, do you?” He continued to tease, rubbing harder now.
My hips arched into that touch brazenly. “M-more.”
“More what, angel?” He bit lightly just below my ear. “You want my fingers? You want my mouth? My cock? You gotta tell me what you like, baby, or I can’t give it to you.”
I gasped as he found one particularly sensitive spot and shifted so his fingers teased in multiple places. Never entering. Just…coaxing. “I—oh,God—I like that.”
His thumb applied more pressure, and I moaned, uncaring for who might hear outside the suite. The whole party could be there with their ears pressed to the door, and it wouldn’t have mattered.
“What else?”
“I…” I was finding it hard to speak, given what he was doing with his hand. The man wasn’t a prince. He was a magician.
“Tell me, Simone. Otherwise, I won’t know how to give you what you want.”
“I don’t—” I gasped when the head of his cock slid again through my wetness but not quite into it. “I d-don’t know exactly.”
At that, Brendan sat up. “What do you mean, you don’t know?” Horror flashed across his face. “Christ, angel, you aren’t a virgin, are you?”
I propped myself up on my elbows so I could look at him properly, but I couldn’t help the flush that heated my body. “Um, no. I am not. But I…well, I haven’t had many partners either.”
His eyes might as well have pinned me back to the bed. “How many?”
For the first time all night, I felt truly uncomfortable. “Brendan, I don’t think that really matters.”
“Simone.”
I swallowed thickly and looked away. “What?”
“Look at me.” His voice was now slightly hoarse as he took my chin and forced me to follow his order. “Just so we’re clear, you could be a virgin. Or you could tell me you’ve been with halfof Boston. Either way, I wouldn’t give a fuck because no one is ever going to make you scream tonight like I will.”
I gulped. “Oh.”
One dark brow lifted. “I’m not asking because I’m jealous, baby. I’m asking because tonight, I need to know every single thing about you.” He leaned down to kiss me again while his right hand slipped between my legs again, returning to its work. “So tell me again. How many?”
My head fell back onto the pillow as his thumb found my clit. “T-two. Charlie Palmer in h-high school and this guy named Van when I first moved to Boston.”
“That was years ago, angel.” I was gifted another kiss. His thumb found my clit and started to move in circles again. “Are you really telling me you’ve been celibate that whole time? A beautiful, tempting thing like you?”
One finger slipped back inside me while his thumb continued to work. My eyes squeezed shut, and Brendan bent down to take my other nipple into his mouth. I decided the question was rhetorical, which was convenient since I couldn’t talk anyway.
“And are there any choice moves that those two fools?—”
“They weren’t fools,” I mumbled, though I arched again as he added a second finger to the first. “They were nice.”
