Page 50 of Revenge of a Queen

“Oh yeah, a lot of time to make up for, right, brother?” he says with another cheeky smile.

I groan, “Pretty boy, why do you insist on making me want to practice my knife skills?” I ask him in all seriousness, but he just laughs.

“Look, Elle, if Marcus didn’t satisfy you enough that you still feel the need to let off some steam then you know where my room is,” he flirts.

“I will kill you,” Marcus snaps at him and then it’s my turn to laugh and he turns his gaze on me “Oh, is that funny, little King?” he doesn’t give me a chance to answer before he launches himself at me and throws me over his shoulder as I scream with laughter.

He storms us back to his room leaving the guys echoing laughs behind us and doesn’t put me down until he reaches the bed. He is on top of me hovering above me before I can even move, “I don’t share, baby, even with my brothers.”

“That's a shame, they're both pretty hot,” I tease reaching up to kiss his neck and he groans.

“Ells,” he warns, “stop.”

“Make me,” I whisper into his ear and it’s like a break in his control because he fucking snaps pulling back and ripping the sweats off my body before pulling me into a sitting position almost against the headboard so he can climb onto his knees and pull the hoodie over my head.

The action puts his crotch in my face, I can see his hardened length straining against his own sweats, and I don’t hesitate to reach out and squeeze him over the material and he moans in the back of his throat. I love having that effect on him and I crave more.

I reach into his sweats and fist his cock in a firm grip. I don’t really know what I am doing but watching the goosebumps break out on the v shape, leading to his groin keeps me from stopping.

I look up and find his dark lustful stare locked on my hand before he flicks it to mine. His breathing is ragged and all I am doing is holding him in my hand. I glance back to his cock and watch as pre cum leaks from the tip, it's fascinating. I use my thumb to rub it across the head of his cock and he hisses, “Fuck.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath like he is trying to calm his breathing but that is the opposite of what I want right now, what I need. I want him to lose control, to break beneath my touch like I did his. His cock swells in my palm and I can’t contain my smug smile at having that effect on him. I need to taste him.

I lean forward and suck the head into my mouth and repeat the same motion my thumb did but with my tongue. His eyes snap back open and lock with mine. His eyes are the blackest I have ever seen them, as he takes me in with his dark stare full of fucking lust. I swirl my tongue around the head again marveling at how smooth it is, while licking off his pre cum.

“Ells,” he says through gritted teeth and I release him to speak back.

“I need to taste you, River,” I say as I tease my tongue against the slit tasting more of him and it seems any restraint he was trying to keep is shattered because his hand slides into my hair and grips me tight as the other slams against the wall above me.

“So fucking taste me, baby. Put that mouth on me, I’m all yours.”

I don’t hesitate to take him into my mouth running my tongue along the underside of him as I put my lips as far as I can manage. Bringing him deep into my throat and hollowing my cheeks so I can accommodate him.

He grunts loudly, jerking into my mouth as he hits the back of my throat, I hold back my gag as tears gather in my eyes but the sounds, he is making are so fucking primal I don’t stop. I keep bobbing my head up and down and taking him in and out of my mouth. Sucking, licking, tasting. Fuck knows if I am doing it right, but he seems to be enjoying it, so I continue.

His grip in my hair tightens as he takes control of the movements and begins fucking my mouth in short rapid thrusts. His cock hardens even more on my tongue and I glance up to find his head thrown back in ecstasy all because of my mouth. I moan around his thick length and he shudders, throwing his head forward and snapping his eyes open to lock with mine.

He moans roughly, “Baby, I am going to come, so if you don’t want me in your mouth move now,” his voice is ragged. I suck him harder ensuring he hits the back of my throat again. Fuck who knew sucking dick could be so fucking hot.

I pull back and suck the head into my mouth once more before gliding my lips down to his base again and sucking hard until I feel him spurt hot jets of warm cum down the back of my throat. I don’t stop, I keep sucking him, swallowing down his seed, until he pulls on my hair.

I pull back letting his cock fall from my mouth and I barely take a breath before he grabs me and kisses me like he needs me to fucking breathe, not caring that his salty essence still resides on my tongue. Why is that so hot?

His kiss is rough and his grip on my hair doesn’t move, as he tilts my head back so he can thrust his tongue into my mouth over and over again. His fingers slip between my thighs finding me soaked again just from tasting him.

“Always so fucking wet,” he grits out against my mouth before he rubs in quick erratic circles against my clit until I am a screaming mess. I come within seconds coating his fingers with my come until we are both spent and breathless against each other.

Our breathing slows and he kisses me again, softly dragging us down until we lay flat on the bed. He curves my body into his and wraps my leg around his thigh until we are pressed against each other fully. He pulls the covers across us before he brushes his nose against mine.

“Sleep, baby,” he whispers into the night.

“I love you, River,” I reply, succumbing to the slumber of the night.

“I love you too, sweet girl,” he presses his lips to my forehead, and I fall asleep feeling more content than I have ever felt in my life.

Chapter 30

LINCOLN

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