Page 90 of Tempting Little Thief

Leaning forward, I take her lips and she moans into my mouth, panting, and my dick swells in her grip. She’s so fucking desperate for me.

“Be my bad girl and do what you said you would. Take me deep. Make me come.” I nip at her lip. “Do that, and what you earn is yours to do with what you please.”

She wastes no time, dipping down, her mouth forming anO,but right when my tip touches her lips, I snap, “Wait.”

Her brows crash, but she listens, freezing there.

And then I make her wait some more, pulling at restraint I didn’t know I had ’cause all I want is to sink inside her pillowy mouth. I want to shove into her throat and stay there.

But she wants her control stripped, and I want what she wants more, so the agony of making her wait is necessary.

“Such a good little listener,” I praise and that frown of hers, built of overwhelming need, doubles, her hand on me shaking. Her control is slipping, but she’s a fucking trooper. Her mouth’s opened wide, drool slipping and sliding down her chin, but she doesn’t move to wipe it away. She shakes as it slides down her skin, wanting me to dirty her up. To use her.

She wants to be my naughty little whore, if just for tonight.

“Slide your tongue in a circle, count quietly in your head.”

She does, a little flicker of excitement washing over her with each ball she finds.

I run my hand through her hair. “What did you find, Rich Girl?”

“Four,” she cries.

“Four,” I confirm, scooting my hips farther down the chair. “You want to see me, Rich Girl? Want to look at what’s about to fill your throat? What you already had buried deep inside you?”

“Please,” she whispers, and I hiss as her lips brush over my head a bit.

“Open those eyes for me then.”

Her lids flick open so fast, she has to blink to focus, gaze pointed right where she wants it.

She stares at my dick in awe, eyes skipping to mine, but only for the briefest of seconds.

The green is almost gone now, nothing but black pools of desire, her pupils blown wide.

Her lips twitch and she looks to me, waiting.

Fuck me, with her on her knees like this, my dick in hand, peeking up from under those black-painted lashes.

My muscles fucking melt, and I reach out, needing to touch her, grazing my thumb along her cheek. “Suck your king, my queen.”

The cutest fucking cry escapes her, and then I’m in her mouth, deep into her throat on the first try. She gags around me instantly but doesn’t pull back. She hollows out her fucking cheeks and sucks, licks, and moans.

“Fuck,” I hiss, my toes folding into the carpet.

She bobs and squeezes, suffocating my cock with her mouth.

She might have been the one looking to be ruled over tonight, but her mouth is owning me right now.

“So fucking good, my queen is,” I whisper, and I’m the one rewarded this time.

Like a fucking tornado, her tongue twists around my shaft, dancing in ways that shouldn’t be possible with her mouth as full as it is, and it’s fucking full.

I nod, drop my head back and peer down my nose at her.

Her speed increases until my muscles are constricting, then slows, sending a shudder through my body, and then she does it again.

My brows dip in the center and she smiles around my dick, taking me deeper, moaning around me as I pulse inside her mouth.

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