EVIL VILLAIN (The Royal Court #3) - Rebel Hart Page 0,93
grunt and his hands came to the back of my head. He didn’t push or do anything that would suggest his control over me, and it allowed me to totally move at my pace. It was a nice reminder of just how impressive Deon’s length was, and I enjoyed tasting him.
He continued to let out sweet grunts and groans as I worked, never taking more control. I got slightly lost in it, loving the feeling of him in my mouth, but then he started to swell and twitch in my mouth. His gentle thrusts deeper into my throat suggested he was close, and I wasn’t ready for him to finish just yet. I popped off, keeping a hand in place to stroke him, and smiled up at him even though he couldn’t see me.
One of his arms flipped across his face. “That was mean.”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll give you something better.” I stood up and returned to the seated position I’d been in before, only this time I slid back until I was sitting in his lap and his member was resting like a hot iron against my thigh. “Remember earlier?”
He offered a dark chuckle. “Ah. You were training me.” One of his hands wrapped around me and grabbed at my breast, and the other dipped between my legs. “Whatever you want.”
I lifted up a little, and Deon grabbed himself and guided himself into my waiting hole. I lowered over him and his hand settled right at the top of my most sensitive spot and started to rub. What had been pleasurable earlier was now pure ecstasy, as Deon’s hands worked in tandem with his lower half. I rocked my hips back and forth, dragging him along the deepest parts of me until he was targeting a sweet spot deep inside. I let out a moan, and Deon started to fire against the spot, lifting himself into me.
“Yeah, baby,” I moaned. “That’s so good. I’m—”
I was cut off by my own orgasm. It was the most powerful one I’d ever experienced, with twinges of rapture snatching at me from all angles.
“Fuck,” Deon hissed. “Cherri, I can’t.”
“That’s okay, baby. Let me have it,” I demanded.
Deon slammed up into me and I rocked my hips backwards to meet his movements. Whether my orgasm never stopped or another ran into me before the last one had completely subsided, I wasn’t sure, but I could no longer make sound, only hold my mouth open and try to keep myself conscious. Deon’s legs started to shake, then he dropped and I rutted down against him, and he exploded, growling in my ear. He flowed into me, and I sang out with pleasure as he filled me up.
Thank god I made the last minute decision to start birth control at the beginning of the summer.
We both went limp, and the only sound in the room was that of us trying to catch our breath. Deon’s hands squeezed me, and I could feel his heart bashing in his chest. When we’d recovered enough, we moved our antics to the bathroom, where I kept Deon blindfolded for another couple of rounds before finally letting him take it off so we could run a bath in the giant jacuzzi tub and settle in for a soak.
I made myself comfortable between Deon’s legs and leaned back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled his head against mine. “That whole ‘you in control of me blindfolded’ thing,” he started. “The whole thing just works for me.”
I giggled. “I’m glad. I was a little scared you wouldn’t like it. Thank you for trusting me enough to do it.”
“Of course. I’d trust you with my life, Cherri.” He kissed the top of my head. “That was the best by far.”
“I think so too. It’s exhilarating asking for what I want,” I said.
“You should always do that,” Deon said. “Ask for what you want from me. In or out of the bedroom, if I can give it to you, I will.”
I snuggled back against him. “I love you.”
“Hey, can I ask you for a favor?” he said.
“Of course.”
“Tomorrow, when we go in search of Connor. Can you stay back?” he asked.
I turned my head so I could look up at him. “Stay back? Why?”
He curled his arms tighter around me. “I don’t want to lose you. If he hurts you, I don’t know what I’ll do.”
“No,” I said. “Deon, I’m coming with you wherever you go. I’m a ride