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That’s when I know I have her. Sophie doesn’t want me to marry Cass any more than I want to be trapped with her scheming sister.
“No.”
“No? What if someone walks in again?”
I barely remember being interrupted last night. I was too busy to care. She will be too soon enough.
“Then you better hurry up and sit down so I can get you off before anyone comes to check on us. But honestly, I don’t give a shit who sees me licking what’s mine.”
She opens her mouth as if to disagree or make a comment, but wisely closes it again before she reluctantly obeys. As soon as she lowers her ass down, I drop to my knees in front of her, pushing up the layers of skirts under her dress to get to the part I’m desperate to bury myself inside of again. But right now, this is about convincing Sophie. Only Sophie. I need her docile and obedient again. A screaming orgasm should do the trick. After all, it worked last night.
A pair of white satin panties that match her dress cover her pussy. I grab the front and yank them down her legs, over her heels to get them off and out of the way. Only once they’re gone do I look at what they covered.
Her smooth pink pussy looks so delectable I press my face to it, inhaling her scent before swiping the tip of my tongue over her clit. Sophie’s hips jerks in surprise, her hands clinging to the arms of the chair. I don’t even have to tell her to keep her hands off my throat, because she apparently has no interest in laying a finger on a disgusting bastard like me right now. Not that I give a shit. I’m used to women not wanting to touch me. It’s why I prefer restraints like the ones I had installed on my bed this morning.
Hiking Sophie’s knees up over my shoulders, I spread her thighs wide then repeat the tongue flick over and over again. Each and every time she squirms. Several times she gasps. Finally, she throws her head back and mewls in that same sexy way as last night. She slumps bonelessly, deeper into her chair, all the tension in her body quickly melting away.
I lap up her flood of arousal, prodding her cunt with my tongue, flicking it back and forth.
“Oh! Oh god!” she exclaims.
“You like that?” I look up at her face to ask between teasing licks.
When she lifts her head, her eyes are heavy lidded, cheeks flushed blood red. My Snow White is beyond stunning now, whatever that may be. “It’s…it’s okay,” she stammers.
“I didn’t know Disney princesses could lie so easily,” I remark, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her clit. “If it’s just okay then shall I stop?”
“No!”
Chuckling, I tell her, “That’s what I thought,” before I get back to work, drawing out her pleasure with the tip of my tongue on her sensitive little button until she’s whimpering with need. Both of her palms are now cupping the back of my head, pressing my face to her pussy, no longer caring about how disgusting I am.
Hell, she probably doesn’t even realize her fingers have a death grip on my hair. She’s past the point of self-consciousness, right on the brink of a release. Desperate for it.
I pause long enough to ask her again, “Are you going to marry me?”
She tries to push my face back to her cunt. “Don’t stop!”
“Answer me first.”
“Yes. Yes!” she shouts while lifting her hips off the seat of the chair, begging me to keep going. “Please, Lochlan!”
Once I have the answer I wanted, I finally take mercy on her, focusing the tip of my tongue on attacking her swollen clit.
“I’m…I’m…oh, fuck!” Hearing her swear in the heat of passion is hilarious since she looks so sweet and innocent. But I don’t have a chance to laugh for long, too busy drawing out her orgasm, wringing every twitch and gasping moan I can get out of her until she stops shuddering.
Sophie’s a fucking mess. She’s breathing heavily with her once-perfect hair in disarray. Her skirts, all four layers of tulle, are nearly piled up in her face, leaving her glistening pussy exposed. Her blue eyes are shuttered, glassy and unfocused, face flushed bright pink.
I want her so fucking bad my balls may burst, but if I touch her again, I’ll have to fuck her when she’s already sore. It’s all I can do to get to my feet, and back away from her instead of ravaging her. Tonight. I’ll have her again tonight in my bed after making her my wife. She’ll be so desperate for my tongue again that she’ll forget all about her little ultimatum.
“Don’t take too long recovering, princess. There’s a roof full of people waiting on us.”
“Why?” she asks just as I turn to leave. I barely hear her over the sounds of rustling fabric.
Glancing over my shoulder, I find her fighting with the skirt layers, anxiously covering herself.
“Why what? Why did I eat your pussy? Because you were pissed, and I needed to convince you to marry me.” It’s not a complete lie. She did need to relax before she thought too hard about what she’s about to do and fled like her older sister. Also, I want her addicted to coming for me because I want her in my bed every night.
“No. Why do you still want to marry me? You got what you wanted.”
