Page 53 of Gilded Gods

I run my fingers through his hair. “It’s just… What if you can’t breathe down there?”

He laughs–actually fucking laughs–and I want to punch him. “You’re not going to smother me, little dragon. Wrap your legs around my head, so I can choke on the taste of your pussy.”

I sigh. “You’re crazy.”

“Crazy foryou.” He bends forward and rolls his tongue along my slit. “I’m serious. Squeeze your legs around me.”

“No,” I groan.

“Fine.” He grips the backs of my thighs. “Put your legs over my shoulders.”

I do as he says, and Ares gives me slow, tentative licks that pebble my skin with tiny bumps of arousal. “Oh, my God.”

“I prefer Ares,” he says with a chuckle. “But I guess God will do.” His hand slips between my legs, pushing two fingers inside me. “You’re so wet for me.” He moves his fingers faster so I can hear exactly what he’s doing to me. “Squeeze my fingers.” I follow his instruction, tightening my grip on him, and he rewards me with, “Good girl.”

Keeping his fingers inside me, Ares licks my pussy, tasting me like I’m his meal. I’ve never felt comfortable letting a man do this to me. You would think with my club experience, I have done it all. But this is one thing I have always been scared to do.

My eyes slam shut each time his tongue darts between my folds.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” Ares spreads apart my pussy lips with his thumbs and goes to town, licking me. “Say my name, baby.”

“Ares,” I whimper.

“Say it again,” he demands. “I want my brothers to know who’s making you scream.”

“Ares,” I moan several times until his name dies on my tongue.

His fingers pump into me, and as my orgasm builds, a wave of cold and heat washes over me. Taking his hair between my fingers, I pull on the ends as the last of my tremors hit me like a hurricane. And when I come down from my high, my entire body feels numb.

“You taste so sweet.” The bed dips as he gets up, and I hear him lick his fingers. “I can’t get enough of you, little dragon.” He climbs up my body and kisses my breast, nibbling on the hard bud. “I want to be inside you.”

He thrusts his hips with his palms on each side of my head. Just enough for me to feel the head of his dick.

“No sex,” I tell him. “Remember? That was part of the deal.”

He bends down so our faces are inches apart, breathing against my lips. “How about the tip?”

“Can you come like that?”

Ares chokes on a laugh. “I can come just thinking about you.” Fisting his cock in his hand, he rubs the tip between my wet folds. “I want to feel your tight pussy. Can I put it in? Just an inch.”

I’ve been with plenty of men, though none as good-looking as Ares. We’ve already crossed one of the biggest barriers. I let him put his head between my legs and kiss me down there.

“An inch for you is not very much,” I point out. “I work at a sex club and haven’t seen a dick as big as yours. You’ve got to be as long as my forearm.”

“How about two inches, then?” Ares licks my bottom lip until I open up for him. “I’ll go slow.”

It’s like we’re playing sex roulette. If I say yes to two inches, he’ll ask for another. And another until he’s inside me.

I want that.

I do.

“Okay. Two inches.”

His tongue slips past my lips and tangles with mine, soft at first, before he becomes more aggressive. “I lost my fight tonight,” he says between kisses. “The first one of my career. That’s why my chest and head hurts.” He licks my neck as he inches his cock inside me. “And my pride. But this makes up for it.”

My heart cracks open at his confession. I’m no expert on fighting, but I’ve watched enough boxing matches with my father’s men. A fighter’s first loss is a big deal. Instead of wallowing in his grief, he’s sharing this moment with me.

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