Deviant King (Royal Elite #1) - Rina Kent Page 0,62
me off his lips.
Why is that so hot?
Aiden crawls atop me and kisses me with abandon and animalistic need. He grabs my face and plunges his tongue against mine. My sensitive core pulses at tasting myself on him.
“Do you like your taste?” he whispers against my lips. “I sure as fuck do.”
My cheeks flame.
“Let me see if you’ll still taste the same after one more orgasm.”
I grip his bicep. “Don’t. Please.”
I don’t think I can take any other stimulation.
He swipes his tongue along my bottom lip. “What will I get in return?”
“My appreciation?” I give a weak smile.
He shakes his head. “You have to step up your game.”
I place a hesitant hand on his T-shirt, rise up and capture his lips in a tentative kiss. He groans before he deepens the kiss, leaving me breathless and boneless.
When I break apart, he smirks. “Still not enough.”
If I can keep the attention on him, he’ll leave me alone, right?
I push him back so he’s sitting on his haunches and I’m in a similar position in front of him. “Take off your T-shirt.”
He raises an eyebrow as if he doesn’t know where I’m taking this. “Why would I do that?”
“Just do it.”
He chuckles as he pulls the back of his T-shirt over his head and throws it behind him.
I try not to gawk and fail miserably. If he looked good with his uniform and jersey on, then he’s looking absolutely delectable with nothing on.
The hard ridges of his muscles aren’t only cut, but they’re also defined like he spent time sharpening every ab. He has a few beauty moles at his side like the one at the corner of his eye.
One of the arrow tattoos seems to be pointing straight at his heart.
I reach a hesitant hand to where his heart lies. My palm burns at the contact and my own heart nearly topples over at the skyrocketing beat in his.
The regular, healthy beat.
Not wanting to be caught feeling his heartbeat like a creep, I caress his hardened nipple feeling mine tighten and throb as if he’s touching it.
“I’m almost sure you don’t know how to be a cock tease.” His voice is rough, deep, and chilling. “But you are.”
“W-what?”
He snatches my hand from his nipple and flattens it against the thick bulge in his jeans. “Do you feel what your little teasing does to me?”
My eyes widen and my pulse drums in an irregular rhythm.
Before I can react, Aiden unzips his jeans and yanks them with his boxer briefs away, freeing his rock-hard cock.
Holy. Shit.
The only dicks I’ve seen in my life were from porn — I was curious, don’t judge. I always had the idea that the real thing isn’t as aesthetically pleasing — or big.
Well, I’m proved wrong because Aiden should get his crotch painted. Or photographed.
Or anywhere that’s not near me, basically.
That thing isn’t supposed to be within human reach.
Aiden watches me watch his cock with that dark look. “Have you wrapped those lips around a dick before?”
I gulp, shaking my head.
As if possible, Aiden’s erection hardens more.
“Fuck.” His eyes shine with a sheen of possessiveness that strikes deep within me.
My body leaps to attention, and I keep licking my lips even though I don’t mean to.
He pushes me so I’m lying on my back and he’s on top of me, his knees rest on either side of my face.
“You’ll let me fuck that mouth, sweetheart?”
My frantic eyes bounce between him and his dick.
“Or do you want me to fuck your pussy?”
Oh, God. He’ll break me if I let him inside me.
With one last gulp, I slightly part my lips.
That’s all the permission Aiden needs.
He plunges inside my mouth in one go. “Fuck.”
I try to take him in as much as possible, but he hits the back of my throat. My gag reflex shoots and tears spring to my eyes.
Aiden pulls out almost completely. I don’t get a chance to catch my breath before he slams in again.
He’s hard and rough and out of control.
“Do you know how much I fantasised about you taking me all in like a good little girl?” He rasps, grabbing a handful of my hair to angle my head and hit deeper. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you look stuffed with my cock?”
I make unintelligible sounds as I try to lick him and somehow slow him down.
It works since he rolls his hips and caresses my hair with rough fingers. “I should’ve done this before. You should’ve been mine before.”