Ruler (Wolves of Royal Paynes #2) - Kiki Burrelli Page 0,41

much I've wanted this."

I had some idea, but I had no idea of the sexual freedom I would feel with my hand on the joystick—so to speak. The pressure, speed, and intensity were all up to me to decide. Faust's arms rippled now, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles were white. I wished I could tell him it was okay, to let go a little, but the very idea made my breath shaky.

But he wasn't asking to be let loose. Faust was willing to sit there and let me touch him on my terms. It meant the world to me and also made me want to thank him with more than my words. Before I could second-guess myself, I bent over at the waist, opening my mouth and getting the head of Faust's dick between my lips before the man roared. His hands flew off the comforter, and I froze, but he quickly grabbed it again, muttering an apology under his breath.

"Storri, fuck, your mouth is so hot. Wet and perfect." He exhaled harshly. "Am I dreaming, kitten? Is this real?"

I smiled, or tried to with his dick in my mouth. That sounded like something I would've said, and to hear him express the same emotion made me bolder. I'd only ever watched someone give a blowjob, but I figured if I'd only ever watched someone eat cake, I'd still have a pretty good idea how to eat one myself.

Faust's hips jerked, sending his length further into my mouth. He hissed and made shushing noises, though neither of us were speaking. We both made noises. Mine were sloppy and wet, while his were low and just barely human. I liked the growls, though.

He'd asked me if he was dreaming, so the least I could do was make him realize he wasn't asleep. Opening my throat, I sucked him down as far as I could manage, then a little farther still. My throat constricted, and I gagged, pulling off with a cough while my eyes watered.

"Are you okay?" Faust reached to pull me upright, but I ignored his hands and slid to my knees on the carpet beneath his legs. Our eyes met. His were stormy and wild, but Faust's gentleness was still present. Now, it was just a hornier type of gentleness. "That feels amazing, don't get me wrong, but I don't want you hurting yourself."

He only ever cared for me. He worried about how I would feel. How I would react. Faust ignored every personal urge he had to be me with me, and it was about time I rewarded him. He didn't want payment—he'd made that very clear. But I could still thank him. And then thank him some more.

My nose buried into his curly hair, and I rested there, swallowing around the tip of him in my throat. He groaned, lifting his hands from the mattress again. This time, they hovered around my head without actually touching. What was he holding back from doing now? Grabbing my hair?

I moaned, picturing him taking two firm handfuls, controlling my mouth. If he went too deep, I'd be unable to breathe, left at his mercy. My second groan sent vibrations up his shaft, and then he did grab my head, but to stop me. I rested my butt against my heels and looked up at him expectantly.

"I'm going to come," he explained.

My smile stretched across my face. "Good."

Faust closed his eyes as he exhaled slowly. "You're dangerous, kitten. Face of an angel, a mouth of…also an angel, but a really fucking sexy one."

I didn't mind hearing that.

"But I don't want to come in your mouth."

I frowned. Wasn't that the goal? In the videos it was.

"Can I come on you?" His question was quiet, nearly shy, but there was nothing shy about this man.

I wasn't quite sure what he meant, but I nodded. This was his thanks from me; he could come anywhere he wanted.

My cheeks burned red.

"Lean back, little prince. Let me paint you." Faust took over, gripping his dick with the familiarity of a master picking up their tools.

My eyes tracked his hand sliding lazily up and down but with a grip tighter than one I would've dared.

"I'm going to cover you with my cum," Faust rasped, his eyes hooded while his mouth twisted to one side, lost in the emotion of the moment. "Rub it in and let your body soak me up. Carry my scent."

He'd gone from full sentences to fragments. Watching him touch himself while