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“Relax, little one, I’m not proposing.” He smirks, lifting one of my legs, and placing it over his shoulder. “Prince Not-So-Charming, remember?”
“I would totally be rolling my eyes at you right now, if I weren’t so worried you’d stop your current trajectory to spank my ass again. Not that I don’t like that.” I pause, momentarily distracted by the heat of his breath on my bare mound. “I just really want your mouth on my pussy.”
He grunts. “And as much as I want to put you over my knee for that comment, I want your pussy more.”
His mouth covers me, and all coherent thoughts melt away. Whimpering, I yank my sweater off my arms, tossing it, as his tongue strokes between my lips. I don’t bother with my bra, mostly because taking my sweater off while standing on one leg was hard enough and now that his tongue circles and flicks my clit, I can barely remember what a bra is.
I call out when his lips cover my tight, throbbing bud and he sucks. My right leg jerks over his shoulder and my left trembles. Shoveling my hands through his hair, I grip his head, both for steadiness and to shamelessly tug him closer.
He growls against my sensitive skin and the vibration adds to my pleasure. Gripping my ass, his fingers dig into my flesh punishingly, and he holds me firmly against his mouth.
“Oh god,” I pant. “I’m going to come. Please.” Thankfully he doesn’t stop to address me, he just holds me tighter and exorcizes my demons with his skillful mouth.
When I call out my release, he rises, once again burying my cries with his mouth. He tastes of me and it drives me crazy as if my scent is now a permanent part of him. The idea is empowering and I drop to my knees, tugging at his belt.
Swatting my hands away, he slides the leather through the loops of his jeans. I unzip him as he reaches over his head and yanks off his shirt. I’m almost distracted by his solid chest, but instead of admiring his sculpted pecs, I shove his jeans and shorts down his thighs and out of my way.
His cock, fully erect and beautiful, makes my mouth water. I’ve never wanted to taste a man more. Grabbing his dick in my right hand, I feel the smooth strength of it. Running the head over my lips, I flick my tongue out for a taunting lick.
“Don’t be a tease,” he says and his belt flicks over my shoulder, its tip snapping with a sting on my ass. My hiss morphs into a moan and he chuckles. “You like that?”
“More than I should,” I murmur. And then, I shut him up by sliding his cock into my mouth. My left hand holds his hip, while my right fists the base of his beautiful penis. He’s big, not the biggest I’ve seen, but larger than most and when I slide him all the way to the back of my throat, I gag.
He chuckles, grabbing a handful of my hair to pull me off his cock with a pop. “Let me help you with that.”
He guides my head back towards his cock and I open for him, eyeing the glistening tip where precum beads prettily, before he drives into my mouth. As he fucks my face, there’s no time to acclimate, so I just suck and lick feverishly. Feeling limp like a ragdoll as he simultaneously pounds my throat and fists my hair, I let him guide me as he wishes.
My pussy gushes with each conquering thrust.
“You make such pretty gagging sounds, Elle. Such a good little girl…” His words morph into a growl and then a groan deep from his throat. Hot salty spurts fill my mouth as he grinds his cock deep.
By the time he pulls out, tears stream down my face, and I’m gasping for air. But I wouldn’t change a moment. The look on his face makes me feel a thousand times more powerful than I’ve ever felt.
He lowers to his haunches, his hockey player’s body sculpted to perfection, and cups my chin. Wiping away my tears, he presses his lips to mine in a gentle kiss. Unwanted emotion twists in my chest, but I ignore it as he scoops me up to set me on the bed.
I watch his muscles move as he walks to the fridge, grabbing another bottle of water to fill my glass. He takes another for himself too, before bringing me my glass.
“Drink.” He hands me the water before cracking the cap off his own and drinking half in three deep swallows.
“I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”
Thirsty, I drink my water, shivering not from the cold of it, but from his promising words.
CHAPTER 4
Danon
Elle’s mascara streaks down her face. Her lipstick is nothing more than a pink smear across her naturally pouty lips. And I’ve never seen a sexier sight.
“Drink,” I say, nodding my chin at the last of the liquid in her cup. She doesn’t argue, just swallows the last of it. Taking the glass, I set it and my empty bottle on top of the fridge. “Lie back.”
“I should hate being bossed around like this but I don’t.” She lies back. “I guess I’m just twisted.”
“You and me both, sweetheart,” I say, and walk to the bed. Stopping to fish a condom out of the pocket of my jeans, I climb on top of her. Holding myself above her with my arms locked, I admire her eyes, the curve of her perfect nose, and the contour of her regal cheekbones. I thought she was hot at the bar, but now, up close, after being intimate, the adjective doesn’t do her justice. She’s stunning.
Hooking her arms around my neck, she pulls me on top of her. Lifting her head, she presses her pouty lips to mine. I savor the taste of her before I move my lips to kiss along her jaw and down her neck. She moans softly and I smile against her skin. So goddamned responsive.
“That sound will haunt my dreams, princess.” I don’t know why I call her that. She’s like none of the princesses I know, and besides, we’re not in love, not even in like, although I do like her.
