Page 97 of Guarded King

I read that as my cue to take control and, eyes closed, I pull back, swirling my tongue around him, enjoying his salty, masculine taste before taking even more of him into my mouth.

He groans, low and deep, the sound alone enough to have arousal soaking my panties. When I focus on his face, I find him watching me, mouth slightly parted, eyes hungry and fixed on where my lips are stretched around him.

There’s no way I can fit all of him in, but I do my best, circling my fingers around where my mouth can’t reach and squeezing. With my other hand, I gently massage his balls, relishing the way his lids hood and his head drops back against the chair.

Pulling back again, I let my lips rub over the satin-smooth skin of his tip, then slowly glide back down until it nudges my throat.

Another low rumble works its way out of him, and his shaft pulses against my tongue. Encouraged by his reaction, I pick up my pace, drawing him as deep as I can and sucking, then pulling almost all the way off him.

His body tenses under my hand, and a fine tremor vibrates through my fingertips as I drive him toward the edge. The thought that he’s already close to coming has my pulse quickening as I continue working him with my mouth and hands.

I let him fall from my lips so I can stroke the hard length of him, lapping at the sensitive slit in his crown as I do.

“Sweetheart.” His tone is ragged, tortured.

I repeat the move, licking up the pre-cum spilling from him until he tugs on my hair and yanks my head back.

“Open,” he growls.

Chest rising and falling, body alive and pulsing, I follow his direction.

His whole body draws tight as he feeds himself back into my mouth, and as I take him down again, so deep that my throat convulses around him, his eyes slam shut.

“Fuck, that feels….” He tightens his grip, holding me still, and rocks his hips up as if he can’t control himself.

He’s on the edge. Witnessing him lose control has my entire body going molten. As lust coils in my core, sparking in my clit, I squirm, rolling my hips, desperate for friction.

He tilts my head back until I’m staring shamelessly into his eyes, mouth still full of him. “Pull your skirt up and touch yourself.”

I immediately let him go so I can tug up the hem of my skirt. The moment I slide my hand into my panties, I find my already swollen and sensitive clit, and stroke over it, sending waves of heat pulsating through my body.

His gaze roves from my mouth to my eyes to where my fingers are moving. His body tenses, muscles pulling tight, and he throbs against my tongue.

I force my attention to his face, desperate to give him whatever it is he needs. His eyes are slitted as he watches me sucking him. Letting go of my hair, he cradles the back of my head with one hand and guides me up and down.

“More,” he pants, all control gone.

And I love it.

Seemingly impossibly, he swells even thicker between my lips. The reaction makes me dizzy with desperation. With the knowledge of what I’m doing to him.

“Look at me.”

I shiver at the low pitch of his voice, staring up at him, but not slowing the movement of my fingers on my clit.

As I sink down onto him, the tip of his cock pushing into my throat again, he flexes his fingers in my hair. “You’re so damn sweet, on your knees for me.”

I suck harder, and his body coils tight, his grip on me tightening.

“That’s it,” he growls. “You want to taste me?”

Nodding, I hum.

“Let me see you come, and I’ll give you what you want.”

His words combined with the way he presses further in, holding himself deep in my mouth, send me plummeting over the edge.

As my release hits me, all my nerve endings fire off at once, and I jerk, clenching my eyes shut and moaning around him.