Page 77 of Evil Villain (The Royal Court)

“You’re really not gonna let me see?” he asked.

“Not this time,” I replied. “Use your imagination.”

He squeezed down on my chest, and I let out a moan before grabbing one of his hands and moving it to the hem of my skirt as well. Once again, instinct kicked in, and Deon slid his hand up my skirt and between my legs. While one hand worked my breast, the other started to massage my center. Though a moisture had already started to develop there, it doubled when Deon’s fingers started to flick over the bundle of nerves at my crest. I leaned backwards against him and closed my eyes, letting myself go in the feeling of his hands working me over, knowing that I had total control.

For too long, I’d had to react to everything that was happening to me. Tonight with Deon, at least on our first round, I wanted to dictate everything that was happening. I wanted to help him bring me the ultimate pleasure and bring him the same as well.

Deon’s hand slid lower between my legs and poked at my entrance there. “Yes, baby,” I said.

He slipped his fingers in and I let out a moan so loud it echoed off the window and bounced back to me. Above, his fingers were flicking one of my nipples, while the other below was stirring me up inside. My mind turned to mush, made worse when Deon leaned his head forward enough to latch onto my neck. He bit down before kissing at the spot gently, and unexpectedly, I came.

“Ah,” Deon said. “You like being bitten.”

“Maybe,” I said.

“Duly noted.”

He continued to work even through my barreling orgasm and then sunk his teeth into my shoulder and held on while he brought me to a second climax almost immediately. My legs shuddered at the intense feeling, never before having experienced what it felt like to tell someone exactly what I wanted and to receive it.

It was unfair how heavenly it felt.

I sat forward a bit from Deon, and he pulled his hands away from me. He dragged my top with him as I pulled away, snatching it off, so when I stood up again, I wriggled my skirt down my legs and off. I knelt in front of Deon and widened his legs then, snickering at his length stabbing straight up, a darkened spot showing through his pants. Instead of pulling him out, I ducked my head down and started to nuzzle along the length. Deon tensed up again, his hands balling to fists at his side.

“Don’t tease me, Cherri,” he demanded.

I rubbed his shaft through his pants. “I told you, this is a punishment.”

He growled, but didn’t fight me. My teasing continued, rubbing him through his pants, until I felt I’d caused him enough strife. Pulling his pants and boxers off first, I shoved both articles away, then I went back to just mouthing along the shaft. I didn’t close over, at least not until Deon threw his head back in frustration. Finally, I stuck my tongue out and licked up and closed over. Deon let out a loud grunt and his hands came to the back of my head. He didn’t push or do anything that would suggest his control over me, and it allowed me to totally move at my pace. It was a nice reminder of just how impressive Deon’s length was, and I enjoyed tasting him.

He continued to let out sweet grunts and groans as I worked, never taking more control. I got slightly lost in it, loving the feeling of him in my mouth, but then he started to swell and twitch in my mouth. His gentle thrusts deeper into my throat suggested he was close, and I wasn’t ready for him to finish just yet. I popped off, keeping a hand in place to stroke him, and smiled up at him even though he couldn’t see me.

One of his arms flipped across his face. “That was mean.”

“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll give you something better.” I stood up and returned to the seated position I’d been in before, only this time I slid back until I was sitting in his lap and his member was resting like a hot iron against my thigh. “Remember earlier?”

He offered a dark chuckle. “Ah. You were training me.” One of his hands wrapped around me and grabbed at my breast, and the other dipped between my legs. “Whatever you want.”

I lifted up a little, and Deon grabbed himself and guided himself into my waiting hole. I lowered over him and his hand settled right at the top of my most sensitive spot and started to rub. What had been pleasurable earlier was now pure ecstasy, as Deon’s hands worked in tandem with his lower half. I rocked my hips back and forth, dragging him along the deepest parts of me until he was targeting a sweet spot deep inside. I let out a moan, and Deon started to fire against the spot, lifting himself into me.

“Yeah, baby,” I moaned. “That’s so good. I’m—”

I was cut off by my own orgasm. It was the most powerful one I’d ever experienced, with twinges of rapture snatching at me from all angles.

“Fuck,” Deon hissed. “Cherri, I can’t.”

“That’s okay, baby. Let me have it,” I demanded.

Deon slammed up into me and I rocked my hips backwards to meet his movements. Whether my orgasm never stopped or another ran into me before the last one had completely subsided, I wasn’t sure, but I could no longer make sound, only hold my mouth open and try to keep myself conscious. Deon’s legs started to shake, then he dropped and I rutted down against him, and he exploded, growling in my ear. He flowed into me, and I sang out with pleasure as he filled me up.

Thank god I made the last minute decision to start birth control at the beginning of the summer.

We both went limp, and the only sound in the room was that of us trying to catch our breath. Deon’s hands squeezed me, and I could feel his heart bashing in his chest. When we’d recovered enough, we moved our antics to the bathroom, where I kept Deon blindfolded for another couple of rounds before finally letting him take it off so we could run a bath in the giant jacuzzi tub and settle in for a soak.

I made myself comfortable between Deon’s legs and leaned back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his head against mine. “That whole ‘you in control of me blindfolded’ thing,” he started. “The whole thing just works for me.”

I giggled. “I’m glad. I was a little scared you wouldn’t like it. Thank you for trusting me enough to do it.”

“Of course. I’d trust you with my life, Cherri.” He kissed the top of my head. “That was the best by far.”

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