Pure Destiny (PureDark Ones #12) - Aja James Page 0,78
yourself. I didn’t say you can stop,” she admonished, and pulled his middle finger down below his balls to press against the rim of his own pucker.
“Put pressure there, hold on tight. But don’t you dare dip inside. That secret treasure trove is mine.”
He grunted harshly but obeyed, squeezing the base of his shaft with one hand, the other pulling his rock-hard balls as far down as he could while his finger pressed hard against his quivering star.
“When did you become such a damn tease?” he growled.
She pinned him with a wanton look over her shoulder.
“I was a twenty-year-old virgin not so long ago. That’s at least seven years since puberty. I haven’t even kissed a boy before or since I accidentally kissed you that fateful night in your room. My best friend is Aella the sex goddess, who regularly fills my ears—”
His brows came together in a frown, disapproving of anyone corrupting his innocent little Sophia.
“—because I beg her to—with all kinds of kinky carnal details. I’ve probably watched more porn than any other girl my age, thanks to you. I let my over-active teenage imagination do the rest. And voila, I’m a horny little sex fiend in need of an outlet. Which happens to be only one man. You.”
She lowered her lids in a deceptively slumberous expression.
“Are you ready to suffer for keeping me waiting this long?”
He gave her an incredulous look that said—you haven’t already made me suffer?
Slowly, she licked her lips from corner to corner in a thorough sweep. A taunt and a dare.
Oh yes, her ravenous gaze said, you don’t know the half of it.
She got more comfortable around his groin, bracing her arms on the insides of his spread thighs, making them open even wider. She stared down at the swollen head of his cock as he held it upright at the base, as if offering himself like a sacrifice.
She extended her tongue to lick around the glans with just the tip.
It jerked and shuddered at just that touch, beads of clear fluid leaking out of the tiny mouth.
“What does it feel like?” she murmured. “Tell me.”
He groaned restlessly.
I have no words. Do not make me.
She closed her lips around the crown and sucked the sweet pearls from his tender skin. It tasted so different from his seed, like sugary nectar.
Goddess above! She could live off his body just like this. His blood, his essence, his sweat and cream.
“Try,” she mumbled, and kissed in wet sucks all along and around his length, above the tight grip of his fist at the base.
Sophia…
“Am I the only one who ever saw you this way? Naked and exposed? Desperate to be fucked?”
He rumbled a thunderous sound through his chest, as if warning her to stop her merciless taunts.
“Feed my mouth,” she commanded, holding herself still and in position.
Any friction he wanted to get from her, he’d have to create himself.
Levering up with his bent knees and clenching buttocks, he began to thrust steadily into her waiting mouth.
But it wasn’t tight enough. Deep enough. She only let him get a couple inches inside, and she didn’t touch him anywhere else. She was torturing him like this, and the more desperate he got, the less friction she allowed him.
Tell me what you feel, and maybe I’ll let you have more. Maybe I’ll even take you down my throat and swallow as you come.
He growled mindlessly like a beast, arching his spine, flexing his hips, rutting his full-to-bursting stone-hard cock into her teasing little mouth.
Too shallow. Not enough. He couldn’t come like this.
She kept him dangling on the brink. How long had it been by now? An hour? Two? Was she really going to deny his release all night?
Sophia smiled around his silken head, licking and sucking whenever he pumped it into her mouth, but never giving him the pressure he needed.
She loved the power she had over him like this. She loved how desperate and responsive he was. Her reticent, stoic warrior.
Sophia…please…
Her core clenched around emptiness above his face, a burst of heat and wetness flooding her womb.
Ah, his sweet, beseeching words. Only she would ever know them. Only she could ever coax them from him. This man bowed to no one, but he gave her his weaknesses, made himself vulnerable. For her.
Only her.
She moved then, putting both her hands around his pulsing staff above his fist, swallowing the head of him as deeply into her mouth and throat as she could, her fangs piercing the thick dorsal vein.