Page 85 of Luxe

She lets out a nervous laugh. "Yeah... I mean, I like it. I just haven't ever been with anyone like that."

Every time she mentions the men before me, I want to commit bloody murder. “I’m going to want every single one of those names, by the way. and a gun"

"Oh shush... answer the question."

"So, I guess the answer is yes, I like to be in charge during sex. And get you into the best position for you to come as hard as you can."

"What about you?"

"I’m not worried about my orgasm. I know how to get my orgasm from you."

She looks out over the balcony, and then says, so softly, I almost don’t hear her. "Show me. Show me how you'd get your orgasm right now."

I feel my eyes dilate in that instant. Every dirty thought that I've been trying to push out of my head so that I can function as a non-sex-crazed human when I’m with her comes crashing to the fore, emptying my brain with anything but the thought of her.

But she's about to see what my thoughts would be like if I let them ran rampant.

I take my jacket off and lay it down on my feet, then I touch her cheek and I say, "Get on your knees."

She takes a moment, as if she hadn't actually expected me to respond. But she's underestimating me if she thinks I'm not going to take what I want, what I need from her on this rooftop right now.

"Now," I add, in case she’s having any thought of not obeying.

Her knees bend and she lowers herself to her knees, face level with my crotch.

"Take my cock out."

Her breath slows as she reaches for my zipper, my hardness begging to be set free. As her shaking hand pulls the zipper down its track, her tongue pokes out to run along her lower lip, and my arousal explodes off the scale at the thought of my cum dripping over her sensuous mouth.

My cock twitches when her hand brushes against it as she reaches in to pull it out. I'd not changed into another pair of underwear at the slight chance that she actually was going to follow through with her comment about wanting to taste her pussy on my cock.

It had been almost impossible to concentrate during the poker games while the head of my cock tented the crotch of pants because I had an image of my cock ramming against the back of her throat playing on a loop.

I look down and she's staring at my cock like she doesn't know what to do with it.

But I know she does.

She's so fucking sexy, her entire being is saturated with sensuality, and I know she's going to give my cock the care it deserves.

But something about her question before makes me wonder if she wants to lean into the fantasy of me taking what I want from her. "Do you need me to tell you what to do, or are you going to be a good girl and suck my cock better than it's ever been sucked?

"I want to show you how much I've thought about doing this."

I lean back against the rail, and brush my fingers down her cheek. "Show me, sweet angel. Taste your cum on my cock. Just like you’ve always wanted to."

Her fingers, tentative, nervous, grab my cock at the base, and her tongue, warm, wet, flicks out against my cockhead.

Don't moan, Kylian. Not yet. Make her work for it.

I watch as she purses her lips and drops them around the tip of my cock and spreads them over the head, catching on the ridge.

Fuck.

With my cockhead trapped inside her lips, she presses her tongue flat against the underside seam, licking up and down.

"Fuck."

She pulls off and looks up at me, eyes wide, innocent. "Did I do something wrong?"

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