Page 54 of Corrupt Princess

“If you’re going to watch, I might as well give you a good show, huh?”

I slide my hand down my stomach, tucking my fingers beneath the lace edging of my knickers.

“Oh fuck,” he grunts, sitting forward and lifting one hand to push his hair off his brow.

A gasp rips from my lips when my fingers find my swollen clit.

Pushing lower, I dip my fingers into my pussy before dragging them back up and spreading my own juices over my heated flesh.

“Nico,” I moan, knowing that it’ll drive him crazy as my back arches.

A growl rips from his lips. “You’re a tease, Siren. Show me properly,” he demands.

But to his irritation, I don’t follow orders this time. Instead, I up my pace.

I have plenty of experience with getting myself off, and I know exactly how to touch myself to ensure I’m heading toward that cliff in only seconds.

I rub my clit harder, my pussy aching to be filled.

My free hand reaches up and cups my breast, pinching my nipple when I find it hard against the confines of my tank.

“Fuck. You’re mesmerising, Siren.”

“Nico,” I cry, getting closer and closer to that ledge.

“Are you going to come while I’m sitting here watching you be a filthy whore?”

“Yes, yes,” I cry, my body locking up as I prepare to throw myself right over that cliff.

But just before I freefall, everything comes to an abrupt stop.

I blink against the darkness as my hand is ripped from my underwear and thrown to the side, no longer needed, before my knickers are dragged down my thighs. He pulls one of my feet free but leaves them hanging on the other as he presses his palms to the inside of my thighs and spreads me wide for him.

“Fucking missed you, Siren. Been dying without you,” he groans, blowing a cool stream of air against my sensitive skin.

“Please,” I beg, reaching for him and twisting my fingers in his soft locks in the hope of dragging his mouth closer to me.

“So impatient, Siren. Anyone would think you missed me too.”

“I hate you,” I gasp when he blows my clit once more.

He chuckles. “Sure you do. Just not my tongue or my cock, right?”

“And your fingers,” I confess, rolling my hips temptingly.

“Anyone would think you only keep me about for one thing.”

“I don’t keep you about, Nico. I can’t get rid of you.”

“There’s a reason for that, Siren. We’re just too fucking good together.”

Before I get a chance to respond to that, he dips his head and finally licks up the length of my pussy.

“Fuck, yes,” I cry, throwing my head back into the pillow as my fingers twist in his hair, keeping him against me.

“Your fucking mouth should be illegal.”

“I’ll take that,” he growls against me. “Now, focus. I want you coming all over my face, and I want to fall asleep with your taste coating my tongue.”

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