All Hail - J. Bree Page 0,70
out of my head.
“I need a shower,” I gasp out and he growls at me, his fingers squeezing and pinching at my nipples until my pussy weeps.
“No fucking way. Get the dress off and get on the bed, I want to taste you not your fucking soap.”
I want to argue but the pinching gets rougher and more punishing the longer I hesitate until finally I step away from him, pushing his hands away from my body and staggering over to the bed on legs that want to give out. The dress I’m wearing is held together with a sash around the waist and with a single tug it falls away from me. I desperately want to fold it neatly and put it away but there’s no way I’ll make it past Aodhan to do it so I cringe as I let it fall to the plush carpet.
“Fuck. Fuck me. Take the panties and bra off too, Queenie. I’ll be too rough with you if I do it, I want you too fucking bad right now to be gentle about it.”
I chuckle at him, low and breathy as I do as he says, glancing back over my shoulder to tease him, “Maybe I want rough. Maybe I want you to need me so badly you forget to treat me right.”
He grunts and strips out of his clothing, a no-nonsense series of movements that aren’t an attempt to seduce me but do exactly that. The tattoos over his arms are all old ones he had long before he became the Stag, but the antlers over his chest are the markings he got for his position in the Bay. It’s impressive and fierce, coming to life on him as he moves and flexes unzipping his jeans and kicking them off of his legs.
His cock is hard already, curving up towards his belly, and I don’t try to hide my staring from him even when he starts groaning and stroking himself. “You want rough because you think if I’m treating you right that I’m coddling you which I’m definitely not. You’re Avery Beaumont, Queen of the Bay and the Wolf’s most trusted friend. I’m treating you like the best fucking thing that ever happened to me because you are. Now climb that perfect ass of yours up onto that bad and spread your legs, show me what I want dripping down my chin.”
Oh God.
I climb up onto the bed, propping myself up onto my elbows so I can watch as he stalks over and climbs up after me. I’m expecting him to come and kiss me some more, but when he slides up my body he gets as far as my nipples and stops to swoop down and take one into his mouth, licking and sucking and groaning. My hands tangle into his hair and tug, moaning and squirming under his hands when he works his way down my body.
The growl that rips out of his throat as he stares down at my pussy is desperate and hungry, like he’s barely holding himself back. “This is mine now, Queenie. Every night you’re gonna cook some fancy feast for me and then I’m eating you out for dessert.”
I huff at him and slump back in the pillows. “Are you? Because right now you’re just talking it up, you’re yet to actually eat anything. I’m starting to think it’s nothing but words.”
It’s like waving a red flag at a bull. My challenge lighting up inside him like a flame to kindling and he doesn’t ease me into it at all, he just swoops down and pulls my hips down until he really is feasting on me, licking and sucking until I squirm underneath him in pleasure. I don’t have time to think about anything, not with his tongue tracing over my clit, flicking and circling over it until I’m so wet that I know I must be dripping down his chin. The orgasm, when it hits, is more intense than any other I’ve ever had and my hips lift from the bed as I chase his tongue and grind myself against his face like a harlot.
I expect him to stop, probably slap his dick on my cheek and tell me to reciprocate.
He doesn’t.
He settles in against the sheets and makes good on his promises, eating every inch of my pussy until I’m sobbing against my pillows and completely unaware of how many times I’ve come. My throat hurts from how many screams his tongue has coaxed