Page 54 of Scorned Queen
“Okay, okay,” he says.“I’ll say it for you.Do you want to lick your pretty, pink pussy, baby?”
“Damion,” I growl, all too aware that he’s loving the way this heats my cheeks and embarrasses me, but also oh so aware of him pulling down barriers, and that’s not a bad thing.It’s just new and it feels taboo because of our history, oddly more so than anything else we’ve done.
He laughs again, the deep rumble vibrating through me and clenching my sex around his fingers.His eyes light with mischief.“I hope you plan to squeeze me that hard when I’m inside you.”
I catch the silky strands of his hair in my fingers and not gently.“Stop teasing me.”
“You want my mouth, baby, at least say please.”
“You’re an asshole,” I complain, but I give him what he wants.“Please.”
He leans in and kisses me.“Good girl,” he murmurs and I have no idea why those words, or perhaps his approval, turn me on, but oh how it does.
He eases down my body, gives my thigh one more little kiss, and then finally, he’s where I want him, his breath a hot tease, his tongue teasing my clit, circling it, and then his mouth closes over me, hot and perfect.I gasp with the impact, sinking back against the cushion and he drags my leg over his shoulder, two of his fingers dipping inside me, and then it’s just magic.He licks, strokes, suckles, and I’m already so on edge, that I tumble into orgasm way too soon.
I quake with the impact and it’s like he’s done this to me a million times.He knows just when to ease up, just how to bring me down.When my body collapses with the end of my release, he’s climbing up my body, kissing me, a drugging salty kiss, and when it’s over he says, “On my tongue is where you’ve belonged your entire life, baby.”
I laugh.“Well not our entire life.We were kids.”
“I started thinking about it around thirteen.”
“No, you did not.”
He stands and pulls me to my feet, his hand low on my butt, as he says, “I did.I also always loved your sweet little ass.”He squeezes it and turns, sitting down and pulling me on top of him.
I straddle him, his erection between us, and our playful mood shifts, my hands settling over his erection.He covers it there and says, “This, too.My cock in your hand.You have no idea how many times I wanted this.”
I don’t laugh, and he doesn’t either.His hand slides under my hair cupping my neck and he drags my mouth to his.“I wanted you then.I want you now.And loving you, baby, is just a part of who I am.”
I can barely breathe with his words, and yet somehow, he’s the only reason Icanbreathe.His mouth closes over mine, and the passion between us is sexy and delicious, but it goes from slow and luxurious, to a frenzied burn.Damion parts our lips, and lifts me, anchoring me as I wrap my palm around his cock, and slide him inside me.
The minute he’s inside me, I’m panting, and he groans, pulling me down hard against him.“Oh yeah, baby,” he murmurs.“You feel so fucking good.”
He tangles rough fingers in my hair and tugs my mouth back to his, thrusts into me even as his tongue licks past my mouth.The frenzy doesn’t stop either.We’ve been all about foreplay and teasing, but he’s hungry for release.I can feel it and it feeds the same in me.I’m touching him, rocking against him, riding him without even the slightest reserve.And God, his hands are on my breasts, his mouth capturing my nipple, the movement of our bodies tugging against the suction in painful bliss.
Everything is about the moment, and I can’t touch him enough, and I can feel the same in him.I can feel the build of another orgasm and there is no doubt he’s right there with me.He pulls me hard against him, lifting his hips and the force of that connection, the way my body is angled in just the right spot, when it happens is all it takes.
I bury my face in his neck, hold on for dear life, and tremble as my body spasms around him.Damion groans with the impact, shuttering beneath me, his fingers twisting in my hair.Time stands still, but pleasure speeds past all too quickly.I barely know when it ends, but reality returns with me molded against him, his hand resting on the back of my head.
“God, baby, you rock my world,” he murmurs.
It’s about the best compliment a girl can have, and I use his shoulder to lift myself and stare down at him.It scares me how good we are.How right we are.How close we are to fine crystal and how easily we could shatter and break and the price would be devastating.“You rock my world, so don’t leave again.”
“I’ll say it again.I know you think my reaction is to leave—”
“It is.”
“It’s not.I needed to take care of some business.”
“What business?”I challenge.
He hands me a box of tissue and changes the subject.“I got these chairs for us.And I put tissue and a trashcan right there, so we can fuck all night if we want to.”
“No, you didn’t,” I say, and despite him avoiding the topic, I laugh.
“I did.You bet I did.Clean up.And let’s order food.”
“You’re not going to talk to me tonight, are you?”