Page 74 of Spearcrest Prince

And then he bends down in front of me and kisses my pussy like it’s a mouth. Sweet kisses at first, then deep kisses, tongue flicking out, delving inside.

He kisses me until his tongue finds my clit, and my hips buck against his hands. I grip the seat, my eyes squeezed shut, my body trembling with gathering tension.

Séverin builds a slow rhythm, his tongue moving up and down, lightly at first, then in slow, insistent licks. His fingers dig into me, pushing me closer. Every noise and motion from me is like a signal straight to his brain, telling him what to do.

My orgasm, already so close, looms above me like the black clouds before the summer thunderstorms.

A polite knock at the limo window makes us both freeze.

“Mr Montcroix, Miss Nishihara. We’ve arrived.”

Seized with panic, I try to sit up, but Séverin’s hands pin me in place. He looks up from between my thighs and slowly shakes his head, as if to say no.

And then, slowly, deliberately, he slides his tongue against me. He doesn’t change what he’s doing, keeping the same torturous rhythm, slow and inexorable. My hips grow still as my pleasure gathers.

And then it slams into me.

The black cloud of tension released into a deluge of impossible pleasure. I slap my hand over my mouth to stifle my cries. My orgasm slams into me in waves, almost painful. I grind against Sev’s mouth, riding each pulse, craving more even as I come.

Before I can even recover, Sev rises against me. Lifting me against him, he sits back, dragging me over his lap. Catching my mouth in tiny kisses, he quickly loosens his belt. His cock springs free, hard and gleaming with pre-cum. He pulls a condom from his pocket and bites the cover off, then rolls it on with expert speed.

I glance nervously towards the door. “Sev, we’re here, we should—”

A kiss stifles the rest of my sentence. He catches my bottom lip between his lips and sucks on it. The arm around my waist pulls me closer, the blunt head of his cock sliding against my drenched pussy.

“Trésor,” he growls in my ear. “The world could be ending, and I still wouldn’t care. We’re not getting out of this limo until you come all over my cock. Do you understand?”

He doesn’t even wait for a reply. He thrusts himself inside me in one stroke, drawing a rasping cry from me. I clutch his shoulders for purchase and arch at the sensation of his cock sliding in and out of me in hard, deep strokes.

I should’ve known Sev would fuck hard.

He holds my hips firmly in his hands, controlling their movement. Making sure I can’t escape him as he pounds relentlessly inside me.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans against my neck. “You take my cock so well, my gorgeous trésor. I should’ve done this sooner. Fuck.”

His breath hitches. His eyes are wild, glazed over with pure lust. I can tell he’s close, but instead of chasing his orgasm, he wets his fingers to work my clit.

“Come for me,” he hisses in my ear. “Come on my cock, trésor. I want to feel your pussy clench around me, I want to feel your sweet juices dripping down my cock, fuck—”

Our gasps mingle as he strokes the tiny bundle of nerves, and he doesn’t relent when I squirm and whimper. My second orgasm crashes into me before I even know it’s coming. I cry out and writhe on top of Sev, my pussy clenching around his cock.

He lets out a rasping sigh. Burying his face in my neck and gathering me close to him, he fucks himself inside me, his thrusts growing erratic. He comes with a deep groan, his fingers digging into my hips as his hips buck against mine.

For a moment, we just stay exactly as we are. His hands on my hips, my arms around his shoulder, his head buried in the crook of my neck. Our panting breaths grow quieter as our heartbeats go back to a normal pace. He looks at me and grins.

“That,” he says in a lazy drawl, “was fucking exquisite.”

I laugh and slowly lift myself off him. “It was pretty good.”

“It was more than good, trésor.” He smirks. “You’re just trying to provoke me. You want me to fuck you again.”

He’s not wrong, but I’m painfully aware of the driver waiting outside the limo. There’s no point in trying to think of some excuse or alibi for why it took us so long to get out. The driver isn’t stupid—he knows.

Sev fixes himself up and then helps me re-adjust my clothing. He even brushes his fingers through my hair and tucks the strands behind my ears before pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“Come on,” he says with a sheepish grin. “We’ve made poor Fabien wait long enough.”

When we get out of the limo, I don’t even dare look at the driver. I mumble a thank you and hurry away. Séverin tips Fabien and then hurries after me.

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