Page 61 of Bossy Wicked Prince
I don’t bother to ask before I shamelessly grab her with my hands. “Stay like that for a minute,” I murmur. Grabbing her panties, I slide them slowly down her legs, watching goosebumps rise on her skin everywhere I touch it. With my kitten bent over like this, I get a flawless view of her exquisite little pussy.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to taste you.”
“Please,” she whimpers. The sound makes my cock twitch in my boxers. I knew this was what she needed. Watching her come undone feels better than I could have hoped.
“Already begging when I’ve barely touched you. How about you be a good girl and sit on the desk for me?”
“Yes, Nate.”
God, I love the way it sounds when she says my name. Almost as much as I love seeing her follow my orders, sitting on the desk next to our still-full whiskey glasses. Her nipples are tight, rosy peaks, ready to be sucked on. Her blush has spread down from her lovely face to her neck. I’ve never seen a woman look so delicious.
“Perfect. Now spread your legs for me, Kitten.”
She whimpers and obeys, opening her thighs, showing me her wet, glistening pussy.
I fall to my knees in front of her and press my nose to the soft spot where her thigh meets her hip and inhale like a starving man.
“You smell like you were made for me, Kitten.”
I place a slow, reverent kiss to the pulse point in her thigh and whisper against her pebbled skin. “Color?”
“Pink.Definitely pink,” she says through already panting breaths, her legs starting to shake.
I lean down and her head drops back as I run my tongue slowly from her opening up to her clit, spreading her folds apart with my fingers. My kitten moans, her hips bucking upward into my mouth.
“You taste incredible, Kitten. I hope you’re comfortable, because I’m going to take my fucking time with you.”
She lets out a stilted moan that I can’t wait to hear again. Hearlouder.
Her fingers bury themselves in my hair, pulling me closer. No more shy, cautious girl here—she wants this just as much as I do.
Burying my face in her, I lap hungrily at her core. If I want her to really let go, she’s got to get lost in how her body feels. I don’t want her coming too fast.
I want her thoughts consumed with delirious need, begging and praying to whatever god will hear her to end her sweet torment and give her what she so desperately wants.
I hook two fingers under her knee with my free hand, opening her a fraction more. I want to see her face when she comes.
“Eyes on me,” I pause to whisper the command and her slitted eyes widen when she watches me lick her wetness from my lips before delving my tongue right back in.
She whines as I deliberately dodge her clit, teasing her, drawing her ever higher until short little gasping whimpers and whines drop from her lips.
“Please, Nate,” she begs, and I can’t say no to her. I’m not sure I ever could.
When I run my tongue up her again, I swirl it right in the place she loves most.
“Nate, yes, there,” she whines. “Right there.”
I flick my tongue against her clit and her back arches off the desk.
I move in slow, deliberate circles against her swollen clit, ending each circuit with a wicked flick of my tongue that makes her jerk in pleasure each time. She gasps, and I speed up the movement. Soon, her breaths are coming short and fast. She writhes against my tongue, and I know she’s close.
My kitten whimpers my name again and again. The sound has my cock so hard, it hurts as it presses against my trousers. But it’s not my turn yet. This is about her and giving her exactly what she needs. And she needs me to ruin her so she can reorganize the shattered pieces of herself back into order.
It’s time.
I jerk her closer, slipping my free fingers into her heat and curling them up into her G-spot, never ceasing the circular, flicking movements of my tongue.
It’s all she needs to fall over the edge.
