Page 113 of The Masked King

I suck on her bottom lip as I slide a second finger inside her, adding pressure to the same spot, my palm brushing her clit.

“Better?”

“A little,” she teases, shifting her hips and spreading her legs wider. “Maybe you should try using your tongue.”

I kiss her lips. “Where?”

“Down a bit.”

I lick my way down her throat, blocking out the bruises, and suck between her breasts, drawing blood to the surface in a perfect tiny imprint of my mouth.

“Here?”

“Lower,” she says, sounding breathless.

“I don’t recall you being so demanding.” I kneel between her legs and fill her belly button with my tongue, sucking a tiny circle of kisses around it while my fingers work inside her and my thumb circles her clit.

“Have you forgotten already?”

“Show me, Demi. Show me where you want me.”

Obediently, she snakes a hand between us, slides her middle finger between her legs, coating it with her juices, and rubs her clit beneath my palm. “I want you to lick right here.”

“Ask me again.” I probe her walls with my fingers while she works her clit.

“Please, Enzo.”

Her breasts jiggle as she rubs herself, and she raises her head from the pillow to meet my gaze. I’m already so hard my cock is aching.

“I want you to beg, baby. Show me how badly you want it.”

“Please fuck me with your tongue. Now, Enzo, before it’s too late and I come all over your fingers.”

Sliding my fingers out of her, I part her thighs with my thumbs, ignoring the dull throb in my shoulder, and lower my head between her legs. “This is the sweetest fucking view in the world.”

Demi’s legs tremble in my hands. “It’s even more spectacular from where I’m sitting.”

“Fuck are you gonna get it. I hope you’re ready for me, baby.”

“I’ve been ready since the day I met you.”

I grin and move her fingers to expose her clit. “We’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

“Best get started then.”

I drag my tongue flat across the softened bud, her taste setting in motion a domino effect of sparks and adrenaline and blood pumping directly to my loins. She tastes even sweeter than I remember, and once I start licking and sucking, I don’t want to stop.

Her thighs quiver beneath my thumbs, and I spread her legs wider, bending her knees, and pushing them back to raise her ass above the mattress.

Her clit spasms against my tongue as she arches her spine, her orgasm already close.

Too fucking close.

“Don’t come yet, Demi. I’ve barely gotten started.”

“I can’t stop it.” She’s panting, breathless.

I part her folds and lick inside her, lapping up her juices and sucking on her mound, paying attention to her pussy without touching her clit. It’s like water to a man dying of thirst. I curl my tongue inside her, feeling her walls clenching around me, while I watch her reach for the pillow behind her with one hand and drag it over her face.