Page 69 of Cruel Shame

But here it was—the golden version of that dildo, except with a pulsing, purpling tip that glistened with a bead of precum.

All the moisture left my throat and gathered in my wet folds. Pushing Orlando back by the shoulders, I laid him flat on the limousine’s back seat. Seriously, I had to stop comparing the knights with Sammy. At best, that guy was average, but he was the only man I’d ever been with, and he'd proven himself both mediocre as a human and a lover.

My gaze travelled down a beautifully muscled chest of dark, flat nipples, and defined abdominal muscles that were obscured by his erection jutting out of a nest of caramel colored curls.

Glorious.

If I could handle Maxwell, Orlando would be a little more of a stretch.

He wrapped his fingers around the base, somehow making himself look even bigger. “Get on top.”

A whimper reverberated in my throat. This was going to be the ride of my life.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I stared down at Orlando, who lay half-unwrapped on the limousine’s leather seat. His blond curls fanned around his handsome face like a halo, and he stared up at me through glazed eyes.

His full, perfectly shaped lips parted to let out rapid breaths. My gaze travelled down the column of his muscled neck, over his collarbones, to a sculpted chest that rose and fell with his breathing, but it wasn’t nearly as mesmerizing as the way the contours of his stomach muscles tightened with each exhale.

Forcing myself not to fixate on his dick, I tightened my fingers around the pants around his knees, murmuring, “Let me unwrap you first.”

He kicked off his shoes and shuffled his pants down to his ankles. I yanked them off, so he lay bare. The pulse between my legs reminded me that I was overdressed for the occasion.

After toeing off my loafers, I reached beneath my skirt, pulled down my tights, and straddled his hips. Even with my skirt creating a tent over us, his dick still strained against the fabric.

Orlando’s gaze raked down my form. “Don’t I get to see you?”

“Get me hot and bothered enough and you can tear off my clothes.”

His nostrils flared, and his handsome features spread into a grin of brilliant, white teeth. “Do you like what you see?”

Pulling up my skirt to expose his purpling tip, I licked my lips and slid further down his legs. “How about I let you know after trying out the goods?”

His eyes bulged. “You’re going to—”

“Let’s just say I want the taste of things to cum.”

A laugh erupted from his chest, making his muscles tighten and bunch. “You’re incredible.”

When I gripped him around the base, the laughter stopped, and Orlando raised himself up on his elbows. My hands weren’t the smallest, and neither were my fingers, but I could barely contain his girth.

My gaze flicked up to meet his, and those hazel irises shone with molten fire.

I gave my lips a slow lick, making him tremble under my touch. Maybe it was the thought of affecting him without so much as my mouth touching his dick, but heat flooded between my legs in a rush of pleasure that made my head spin.

Parting my lips, I let out a warm, slow breath, enjoying the way the organ beneath my fingers pulsed. He was so responsive and so mine.

Orlando smelled of cedar and sunshine, and radiated a heat and masculine beauty that tightened my nipples and made my heart race. My core twitched at his pained, impatient groan, and saliva flooded my mouth, making it as wet as my folds.

I lowered my lips toward the bulbous head of his penis, which seemed to swell in anticipation for my mouth. My tongue flickered out to catch the droplet, and he arched his back clean off the seat with a moan.

“Steady on,” I said with a chuckle. “We’re only at the beginning.”

Orlando’s face went slack, his lips quivering with unspoken want. “How do I taste?”

I rolled the sweet, salty flavor around my tongue and hummed. “Undecided. I’ll need another few licks.”

He threw his head back. “Are you trying to kill me?”