Page 25 of Wicked Empire


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“No,” she breathes.

My grin widens because if she’s not cold, that means she’s reacting to me. “Do you like it when I look at you, Andie?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Because I like to look at you.” I place my palm over her heart, finding the feel of it beating furiously in her chest satisfying. “But I like tasting you more.”

I move my hand over her breasts, teasing the peaks for just a moment before moving farther still to untie the robe belt. The fuzzy material slips away from her abdomen.

My gaze drops to her navel as I run my knuckles over it. Her stomach sucks in on an intake of breath when I reach her pelvic bone.

“Spread your legs, Andie. Place your feet on the counter.”

She swallows loudly, but obeys. With her feet planted on the counter, her knees fall to the sides. I drop back onto the barstool, my gaze glued onto the sweet sight nestled between her thighs.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I say, before lowering my face to her cunt.

I pull her legs over my shoulders, then I shut my eyes and run the tip of my tongue over her slightly parted slit. From her entrance to her clit, I collect the taste of her, and it heats my insides like whiskey.

Again and again I lick her, drink her, eat her. Her moans add music to the feast and her fingers tugging painfully at my hair are the spice.

Holy fuck, I’ve never enjoyed the flavor of a woman so much. I’ve never relished the feel of her velvety folds on my mouth or sucking on a clitoris to this extent.

But it’s the way she’s squirming from my touch that really does a number on me. My balls tighten with every gasp that escapes her, and when she tightens her knees around my ears and screams in pleasure, I almost shame myself.

Before she can recover, I get up and unzip my pants. I release myself through the fly and push inside her.

“Oh God!” Her hands come flying up to my chest as she inhales sharply and screws her eyes shut.

But I don’t give her time to adjust to me. I’m too fucking close.

I thrust hard into her, as hard as my dick demands. My hips slap against her ass over and over, until I reach that point where my balls contract just before release.

Then I pull out and, fisting my cock, I let my cum surge onto her belly and chest and face.

When I’m finally done and there’s nothing left, I take in the sight of her, drenched in me. And fuck, if that isn’t the most sinfully beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

At least that’s what I thought until she opens her eyes and does something that will live in my memory until the day I die. She licks the side of her mouth where a drop of my cum splashed.

“Fuck me. I’m in trouble,” I say.

She looks at me questioningly. “Did I mess up your pants?”

Frowning, I glance down. Indeed, there are some of her juices on my crotch. But that’s not what catches my attention. It’s the amount of my juices sliding from her pussy that does. Guess I didn’t withdraw fast enough.

Not that anything could come of it. That’s not why I pulled out. In fact, I’m not sure why I did.

Maybe I just wanted to see what I looked like all over her. My mark on her skin.

“Gavin?”

“Gavin,” I repeat as I gather some of the stuff dripping from her with my fingertip and trace my name on her thigh the way I imagined doing. It’s just as fucking hot as it was in my mind. I stare at it for a moment before glancing up. “Thank you for breakfast. But I’m sure I’ll be starving again when I come home.”

I release her and she sits up. She tugs the robe closed and gives me a shy smile. “What would you like for dinner?”

Walking to my closet with her in tow, I say, “Actually, we’re going out to eat.”

She takes the pants I just slipped off and stands on one side of the closet while I change. “I… You didn’t tell me to bring clothes to go out.”

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