Page 67 of The Daredevil

“Royce . . .” I begged.

“I know what you want, baby.” He lowered his mouth to my breast and circled his tongue around my nipple, driving me insane.

While his lips and tongue worked one breast, his hand teased the other. Pleasure spiked in me as I arched into his mouth. My fingers dug into his hair, holding him in place as I watched him feast on me.

Chills skated down my spine, intensifying the need that ached in my core.

“More,” I breathed.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” He growled and suckled my breasts harder, faster.

I’d never watched a man devour me like this. He met my gaze, and I saw the frantic need in his eyes. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

He gripped my thighs and urged them apart. I gasped at how exposed I was to his gaze. My stomach quivered, and I bit my bottom lip as a thrill twisted my stomach.

“You’re a gorgeous woman.” He dropped his knees to the floor and flicked a devilish grin at me. “And I’m making you mine.” Grunting rich and low, he leaned in and dropped gentle kisses to my inner thighs.

I gripped the cushion of the couch as the anticipation rose in me. Desire swarmed to my center and leaked out.

“Fuuuck,” he crooned, then used his finger to wipe my cum and licked it from his finger.

That act aroused me further, and I shivered as more juices leaked from me. God, I couldn’t stop my body’s reaction to him. Embarrassed, I tried to close my thighs.

“No.” He held them in place. “I love seeing what I do to you. Every sigh or moan from you, every quiver of your muscles, every beat of your heart, and every orgasm I coax out of you—they all belong to me now.” He pressed his lips to my core, kissed me, then flattened his tongue, licking me.

Pleasure whipped my head back as I let out a satisfying moan. He spent his time feasting, sending me into a blur where I couldn’t think or do anything but focus on the sensation of his lips and tongue. The long exploration of my body woke up nerves I didn’t know existed.

“I could explore you all day, all night.” His eyes met mine. “You taste so good. Do you like me fucking you with my mouth? My tongue? My finger?” He demonstrated with a flutter of his tongue on my bud and the thrusting of his long finger into my channel.

I squealed as a powerful wave of bliss surged in me. “Yes. I love everything you do to me. Fuck me like it’s your greatest adventure.”

He groaned against my sex, and the sound vibrated against me, pushing me even further toward the edge. As he feasted, he called me dirty names, asking if I wanted more.

The way he spoke to me differed from the professional demeanor of the respected doctor who had given an innovative speech or the businessman who ran a successful empire. This man devouring me had heightened sexual needs that matched my own.

He lifted my ass and flung my legs over his shoulders, making my body shift down on the couch. “This is mine. Remember that.” He buried his face between my legs and plunged his tongue deep into me.

Pleasure spiked, and my body quivered. My fingers tugged at his hair as the orgasm ricocheted through my body, sending me off the edge. “Royce!”

My body bucked and trembled as he continued feasting. The sensation was too much. I gripped the cushion to help stabilize the spinning sensation. It shot me up into the sky. As I slowly floated downward, he flipped me onto all fours.

“God, I can’t get enough of you.” He pushed my head to the cushion. I stretched my hands out in front of me like I was performing a yoga move with my ass in the air. “This is your punishment for manipulating me.” He slapped my ass, kneading each buttock, spreading them wider as he dragged his mouth over my ass before giving me another slap. It didn’t hurt, and I wanted more of it. “And this is for making me want you more than I can understand.” He pressed his face into my ass and ravaged me.

“Oh my God!” I squealed into the cushion, feeling wonderful, alive, and completely undone. This man knew what I wanted and needed.

“I need to get a condom.”

“Don’t. I’m on the pill. I want to feel you inside me.”

He dropped kisses along my spine, creating a trail of fire. His breath caressed my ear as he whispered, “You want to be my sex slave, don’t you?” He inserted a finger into me, leaning over me. I turned my head to the side so his mouth covered my lips—lips that had explored my most secret place just moments ago.

I wanted to reply, but no words would form in my mind. He consumed me with the kiss that tasted of the two of us.

I purred against his mouth, and he moaned. “I want to fuck you in every position imaginable, and I know you want it too.”

Heknewme. A wash of blush overcame my face, even though what he’d been doing to me should have erased any shame or embarrassment. But knowing he could see into my desires shifted something in me.

“Yes. Fuck me like I’m your sex toy.” I couldn’t believe the words that came out of me. It was the truth, and Royce had yanked them free.

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