Page 42 of Code Violation

“And what would please you, Knockout?” I whisper into her mouth, our lips still not kissing.

One small hand traces down my chest, leaving a trail of fire in its wake until she pauses her fingers over the buttons on my shirt.

“Take me to bed, Silas. I want you to be the first man who shows me what it can be like. How good it can be between two people.”

“Ves,” I whimper quietly, “you have no idea how good I’ll treat you.” I slide my hands up her sides and then over her shoulders, peeling off her black jacket and dropping it to the floor.

Vesper’s fingers find the small zipper at the side of her skirt.

“No,” I instruct, brushing my lips over hers in a way that shoots electricity into every extremity. “Leave that poor excuse for a skirt on for me.”

I swear I hear her whimper, too, when I fall to my knees and pull her pussy toward my face, inhaling a sweet scent that I’ve been craving like a starved animal stranded in a desert.

I dip my head beneath her skirt, pulling her tights between my teeth.

“Oh my God,” she gasps when my hot breath fans her center.

“Are you wet for me?”

When I press a kiss against her apex, Vesper’s body relaxes enough for me to hook one of her legs over my shoulder. Her tights look new, but I can buy her another pair when I ultimately spoil the shit out of her in the near future.

“Holy fuck!” she yells when I tear her tights apart at the seam, exposing a black thong.

Running my nose over her heat, I’m powerless to prevent the possessive growl as it reverberates in my chest. Nothing—no one—has ever twisted me up like this girl has. So many fantasies during late-night scrolling sessions through her social media or long showers, gripping my cock to thoughts of how good she’d feel in my hands.

None of it came close to the real deal in front of me at this moment.

Still on my knees, I pull back and stare up at her. “Do you want my fingers or my tongue first?”

Vesper’s eyes are hooded, blue irises practically black. “Eat me until I come.”

I always expected my queen’s mouth to be filthy, but Vesper never fails to shock me in the best way possible.

With my eyes still locked on hers, I dip my finger beneath her panties, slick wetness coating my skin before I bring it to my mouth and let her watch me sample a meal I never thought I’d have.

“Make me beg for you.”

She pushes a tiny hand through my hair, tugging sharply at the roots. The sensation stings yet contrasts perfectly with the addictive taste of her cunt on my tongue.

“Do you like pleading for the women you want?” Her voice is dark, almost devilish.

I serve her needs only.

“No.” I slowly shake my head. “I’ve only ever gotten on my knees for one woman in my lifetime, and I’m looking at her right now.”

Vesper pulls harder at my hair, and I moan at the pleasure.

She digs her heel into my back, throwing her head toward the ceiling when I pass another finger through her soaking pussy.

It’s dripping now, desperate for me to play with it all night.

“Beg for me, Si.”

Just like I did with her tights, I tear at Vesper’s thong.

“Let me suck on this perfect, needy clit, baby.”

My rough thumb rips a shaky inhale from her lungs. She’s growing wetter with every second, and, fuck me, does it feel so fucking good because I know every drop is a product of my actions.