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I lifted up on my forearm. “You can’t be serious.”
“It’s one of the few things I wouldn’t joke about, darlin’.”
Glancing at his cock, I found proof that he wasn’t kidding. Why I had to fight the urge to bury my face between his legs when I couldn’t even use my own, I didn’t know. He’d turned me into a sex-crazed lunatic, and I was here for it.
“Really, I think I’m broken,” I said. “Never has anyone spoken to me like you do when your cock is hard.”
He tucked his hand behind his head, his brows drawn in confusion. “Seriously?”
“Really. Not even a little light chatter, never mind the obscenities that leave your mouth. I love it.”
A laugh rolled out of him. “Now we’ve just gotta get you talking.”
“Oh, I don’t know what I’d even say.” I blushed like a schoolgirl.
He shrugged one shoulder. “Whatever you’re thinking.”
My gaze slipped to his decadent cock, and I pursed my lips, wetting them. “Well, I was thinking how I wanted to bury my face between your legs.”
The suggestive smile on his face did something to my insides that I couldn’t sort out. “Go on.”
“Earlier tonight, I wondered what you’d taste like. I wanted the tip of your cock in my mouth, hot, silky, salty. I want to taste you, that’s really the gist of it.”
His eyes had gone all smoldery as he reached out to cup my breast, fondling it. “What else?”
My nipple hardened beneath his touch, and I took a moment to admire his dick. “I suppose now it would taste a little like me, wouldn’t it?” I trailed my fingertips up the shaft. “I want to feel you come in my mouth, every last drop.” I wrapped my fingers around him and pumped.
“Open your mouth,” he said, the words gravel.
Holding his gaze, I did, extending my tongue to my chin so he could see what awaited him.
His hand moved from my breast to cup my neck, his thumb stroking my throat. “I’ve thought about fucking that mouth so many times, Duchess.”
“I don’t know if you remember, but you promised me yesterday there would be hot come in my throat.”
“Oh, I remember.” A smile flickered on his lips as a groan left them. “Well, a promise is a promise.”
He rose to his knees, and I sat, hands in my lap, looking up at him.
Remy stroked my hair, cupped the back of my head, his smirk in full bloom. “I didn’t know you were such a greedy little slut, Duchess.”
I shrugged. “I guess I am.” But then I giggled, flushed and hot. “Why is it so hot when you degrade me like that?”
“I dunno, but I bet you’re soaked.”
“I am. Would you like to see?”
A thick breath. “Not yet. First, you need to tell me if my cock tastes like you hoped.”
I shifted to put myself where I could get to him, handled him with curiosity, enjoying the feel of him in my hands, the weight of him, the way his skin moved. And he stroked my hair, watching me.
“Open your mouth again, Duchess, and this time wrap it around my cock.”
With his shaft in my fist, I extended my tongue and took his silky head into my mouth, relishing in the feel, moaning a little.
He snapped again. “Up here. Look at me.”
I swirled my tongue around, sucking gently, releasing him with a pop. Unhappy with my angle, I got on all fours. But I wasn’t happy there either. I backed away, sitting on my feet, pouting.
