Page 61 of Tantalizing Kings

“Isn’t it pretty?”

“Yeah, it is,” I agree, but I’m looking at her. Corny, I know but I can’t help it. Her blonde hair is down in waves. She almost never does anything with it, except have it down or up. But she's stunning no matter what she looks like.

She’s in a black dress that hugs her body. Her lips are painted in dark red lipstick and with a smokey eye. It’s nice to see a new side of Sadie. It means she’s not holding back anymore. I’m excited to watch her grow into the amazing woman I know she hides inside herself.

“Let’s sit,” I tell her, guiding her to the nearby bench.

She sighs and leans into me, so I wrap my arm around her. This moment with her is everything.

“Wanna know a secret?” she asks after a minute of silence.

“Sure.”

“But you can’t tell sober Sadie, she would be mad we opened our mouths,” she warns me.

I chuckle. “Promise.”

“Okay, good.”

She says nothing for a moment and I can’t help but laugh.

“Sadie?”

“Yeah?”

“You were going to tell me something.”

“Oh... I was? Oh, right.” She sits up and looks at me dead in the eye, a little smile playing on her lips. “I’ve had a crush on you for years.”

My eyes widen. “You have?”

“Mhhmm.” She nods, biting her lower lip and my cock twitches. “I think you're sweet and sexy. And when I’m alone in my room, fucking myself with my vibrator, I pretend it’s your cock as I scream out your name.”

Holy fucking shit.I blink at her, not knowing what to say. My cock is fully hard right now, and I’m really trying not to make a fool of myself.

“R-really?” I swallow hard.

She slowly slides off the bench and down to the ground, getting on her knees and parting my legs.

My heart is racing so fast. I should ask what she's doing but I don’t, waiting to see what she does next.

A smile takes over her lips, and she rubs her hands up my thighs. I shiver as her eyes lock on the tent in my pants. “Let me take care of that for you.”

Is this really happening? Is Sadie Evans really about to go down on me?I shouldn’t be so surprised after what we did last night, but that was me doing things to her.

She’s about to have her red lips wrapped around my cock and the thought has the tip of my dick leaking pre cum.

“You don’t have to,” my voice is deep, filled with lust now.

She looks up at me, and fuck me, those teasing eyes. “But I want to.”

Her fingers find my zipper and she pulls it down, opening my pants enough to give her the room she needs to reach into them and pull my cock out of my boxers. She looks at it for a second, a whimper leaving her lips before she parts them and leans forward.

“Fuck,” I hiss as she sucks the tip into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around it, lapping the pre-cum off the tip before taking more of me in.

Her mouth is hot, wet, and feels so fucking good. It’s been awhile since I’ve gotten a blow job, and I forgot how amazing it feels.

My hand tangles in her hair, giving it a little tug. I don’t want to take control. I want her to have it all, to use me however she wants.

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