“I don’t care if you’re a good girl or a bad girl. You’remygirl. To protect.” He bit my earlobe. “To corrupt,” he whispered darkly, undressing me. “I’ll own you, ruin you for anyone else, so you can never feel this way about another man.”
Giddy, I swallowed. He lifted me by the thighs and rested me against the wall. He hooked my ankles around his hips as he ravished my pale skin with his mouth, nibbling and kissing every inch. When he reached the apex of my thighs with his finger, I writhed against him, moaning while he pinched my nipple.
“Say you need me,” he growled.
“I need you.”
“To touch you? To lick you? To fuck you?”
“Everything. I need you, Laius, in every way possible.”
He carried me—God, he was so strong—and sat us on the bed. Then he lay down and grabbed me by the ass, pulling me toward him. “Be a good girl and sit on my face.”
My eyes bulged. I’d never done this before. With my weight, I didn’t think that would ever be a good idea. He didn’t give me a chance to protest. Hoisting me up by the hips, he settled me over his face and pulled me down until my pussy was in his mouth.
His tongue slid deep as he fucked me with everything possible in that position, his mouth, his nose, even his gaze. I cried out with the new pleasure while he stared up at me. He was watching me with carnal need as he consumed me, as he owned and ruined me like he promised.
He stopped for a second that was cruel torment. “You’re a very bad girl. I said sit, not hover.”
“I’m scared. I’ll smother you.”
“You’d better if you wanna be my good girl.”
“What?”
“I want to breathe nothing but the smell of your pussy until you drench my beard with your sweetness, baby girl.”
“Jesus…”
He tsked. “Furore. I’m your God, Jo, so pray for forgiveness and earn your redemption.”
Fuck. Giving up on the hovering, I settled my weight down on his expert mouth and ground harder. He sucked and licked at my clit while I screamed, begging, my knuckles white as I squeezed the hard muscles of his arms.
My spine curved as my pussy pulsed against his tongue and my thighs clenched around his head. He nodded his approval, as if he was saying, “Yes, that’s it. That’s my good girl,” as he lapped up every drop.
He didn’t wait for my shudders to relax. He slid up, my orgasm staining his beard, and lifted me to put me on all fours on the bed. The buckle of his belt jiggled as he ground his erection against my ass. I glanced over my shoulder to see what he had in mind for me, but he tilted his chin up. “Eyes front.”
I bit my lip, already spent from that shattering orgasm he gave me, staring at the headboard. His body enfolded my back, and his breath tickled my neck. “Touch yourself.”
“I just came, Laius.”
“You will come again.” He grabbed my fingers and guided them to my opening. “Do it.”
I felt his eyes on my pussy as I played with myself. “Good girl.”
The throbbing every time I heard those two words never ceased to surprise me, especially when I’d just come hard on his heavenly mouth.
“Now…take a deep breath,” he whispered his command, but it resonated deep with screaming danger.
I should ask why, but I wanted to be good for him, to earn those two words I was desperate to deserve. My lips parted with a deep inhale. Abruptly, something wrapped around my throat, keeping the breath in, not letting anything else in or out.
Gasping in panic, I reached for my neck. It wasn’t his hand around my throat. It was his belt. “Laius, no,” I rattled.
He smacked my ass. “Bad girl.”
“I’m…s-sorry.”
The first jewel on his cock entered me as he fixed my fingers inside my pussy again. “Don’t stop rubbing your clit.” He thrust forward, and the second piece of metal was immersed deep inside me. “If you wanna be a good girl, you’re gonna come on my cock harder than you came on my mouth.” With another push, he was giving me all of his length—all my little pussy could take.
