Page 41 of Forbidden Empire (Sinful Gods #1)

A teasing grin tugged at my lips as I drew the head of his cock close, letting it brush my bottom lip before moving away again.

“My god, woman, you’re pure evil,” he groaned.

I gave a little shrug and laughed. Then I stuck out my tongue, slow as molasses, letting it slide right over the tip. I knew he was dying for me to go for it, to get rough, fast. He had to fight like hell, not just to grab me and shove every inch straight down my throat.

But yeah, no, that wasn’t happening.

I bent my head and focused on the underside of his cock, my tongue as smooth as silk, making the slowest trip possible up along the whole shaft. And then the same thing, but in reverse: dragging my tongue back down, flat and hot against him.

Up, down, again and again, I just kept licking, never hurrying, tasting every inch, loving every second of it.

My fingers joined in, wrapping around him and moving in sync with my mouth, squeezing as I licked up and down, up and down, setting the rhythm and not letting up for a second.

“Oh, baby,” he breathed, his head tilting back, eyes squeezing shut, just lost in it.

I loved the way his cock slid through my fingers, how his skin yielded and flexed beneath my grip, the steady pulse beating against my lips.

But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to give more.

I pulled back for a second, slipped my fingers into my mouth, then reached beneath him.

My lips found his cock again, letting it slide in and out while I pressed my fingertip against his ass.

He groaned, surprised, but didn’t stop me. When I was sure he was ready, I eased my finger inside, pausing, waiting to see what he’d do.

My tongue kept working, circling the head of his cock, and my finger slid in deeper. He was hot, tight. I moved further, searching until I found that spongy, throbbing spot.

I pressed into it and sucked him, hard, and he let out a cry, louder than I’d ever heard. That was all the encouragement I needed.

I kept going, sucking him harder and harder, my finger rubbing his prostate, working him until he was shaking.

“Esme, fuck! Esme!” he shouted, as his cock thickened in my mouth.

I could tell he was about to lose it, so I sped up, wrapping my other hand around him and squeezing while I sucked, my tongue flicking over the tip at the same time.

“ESME! Fuck yes!”

He was thrashing now, hips jerking up and down, and then everything just stopped. His whole body locked up, and he came hard, cock pulsing against my tongue, filling my mouth with that hot, tangy taste.

I slowed down, swallowing every last drop, my movements softening as I milked him until he had nothing left.

Then I let him go, grinning, and crawled back up to him. I watched as his eyes opened, all dazed and happy, pure satisfaction written all over his face.

“Did you like that?” I murmured, a little breathless.

He laughed, short and deep, and caught my cheeks in his palms, kissing me hard. His tongue curled against mine, hot and hungry, and for a second, I forgot everything but the taste of him.

When I pulled back, I found myself grinning down at him. “That’s a yes, then?”

He groaned, dramatic, a hands-over-face mock agony.

“That’s a very enthusiastic fuck yes, darling.” He snatched my hand, pressed it between his thighs, and my eyes went wide at how hard he still was, the pulse of him unmistakable. “Can you blame me? Look at what you do to me, Esme.”

“Good,” I shot back, mouth already open to meet his lips again.

He rolled me under him, that body of his all warmth and weight, sliding against me until I shivered.

He nudged against my center, finding me soaked, ready and wanting.

His lips didn’t leave mine, not once, as his cock, thick and pulsing, slid into me.

Our hips met somewhere in that impossible space between his body and mine, colliding and rolling together in perfect, mindless rhythm.

It was like we were made for this: to move as one, to lose ourselves in the same desperate need, to find relief tangled up in each other.

Aidon’s cock was huge. There was no other way to put it. Every inch of him stretched me so wide I thought I might break, and the harder he fucked me, the wetter I got.

It was filthy, the way I drenched his length, but I didn’t care. I wanted more of it. I needed more.

A moan escaped me, raw and loud, but he swallowed the sound with his mouth, kissing me. His tongue pushed deep, searching for mine, tangling and tasting while his cock drove in even farther, almost too much, but I craved every second.

He held me so tight I couldn’t tell where my body ended and his began. His hands were everywhere, claiming, greedy. I let go, letting the pleasure take over as he fucked me slow and deep, again and again, each thrust winding me tighter until I thought I’d come apart.

My hands dropped to his ass as he fucked me, and I couldn’t get enough of the way his muscles flexed beneath my palms, dragging him in even deeper.

He groaned, and the sound was almost a growl, sending a shiver through me. His cock thickened as he slowed down. He pulled away from my mouth and, when I opened my eyes, he was staring down at me.

With the lights from the Strip flickering across his face, he almost looked unreal.

I grinned up at him, and he shifted his hips, the head of his cock hitting my G-spot so perfectly I lost my breath for a second.

My eyes shot open at that, and a slow, smug smile spread across his face. He did it again, and I gasped, spreading my thighs wider, giving him all the access he wanted.

“I love to see you feel good, Esme,” his eyes flashed.

“You make me feel amazing, Aidon. Please don’t stop,” I whispered.

“Never,” He groaned. His cock slid out of me, slow and deliberate. I watched him, watched the way his gaze never left my face.

Then he pressed his cock against my ass, waiting.

“Aidon,” I hissed, every muscle tight.

He leaned in. “Let me give you the same pleasure you gave me.” His eyes searched mine, questioning. My mouth fell open. A shock of raw, greedy want burned through my body.

I nodded, bracing myself for the pain and the pleasure.

It always went together. He caught my reaction, and his eyes lit up, like he was beyond thrilled to see me ready.

Then he pushed forward, just a little, and the tip of his cock slipped past that tight ring. I sucked in a breath, and he stopped, waiting for my signal, like he was determined to prove he could be patient.

The sting hurt, but then it faded, and I nodded again, opening my thighs wider. I even lifted my hips, wanting him inside me with such desperation.

He moved like he was afraid he’d break something.

Inch by inch, he kept going until I was squirming under him, filled up by his cock, all of me stretched around him.

It was intense. The way he filled me was almost too much, but not enough to make me want him to stop. If anything, the pressure made everything feel better, especially the pulsing in my clit.

I reached down and circled it with my fingers, like that’d help me handle how big he was. It did. Not that he got any smaller.

I sucked in a breath, so damn relieved he was taking it slow.

The way he moved gave me time to adjust to his size, and I was grateful for that. His eyes were locked on me, flicking from my fingers working my clit up to my face, then back down again.

“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, Esme. Are you going to come on the end of my cock, baby? I love watching you work your clit like that. Fuck, keep going, baby. I love watching you come. You’re going to make me explode inside you just from looking at you.”

“Aidon, my god,” I gasped, my eyes going wide as he thrust faster.

The sensations rolling through me were wild and filthy and wicked. I clenched around him, and he let out a low moan.

His eyes darkened, crackling with pure, unfiltered lust. He fucked me deep and slow, and it was perfect, every stroke hitting just right.

Deep, rolling waves of pleasure curled inside me, pressure building until I thought my nerves would snap.

Every thrust of his cock lit up some wild new center in my brain I didn’t even know existed.

My fingers sped up, chasing the rush. I was right at the edge, his cock pulsing, driving into me, hard enough I felt the press of his hips against me.

“Fuck, Esme, I can’t hold off much longer, baby.” He buried his cock so deep inside that it was almost too much.

His words shattered me. My orgasm detonated, pussy clenching hard around his thick cock, my body shaking, hips jerking up into him. I moaned, aware of the noises I was making, writhing under him as wave after wave crashed through me, each one somehow better than the last.

He slammed into me, fucking me through my orgasm until my eyes rolled back in my head. When I went limp, I just let him hold my hips up, his hands tight, determined. He kept thrusting, sweat beading on his forehead and dripping onto my bare chest as he moved over me.

I stared up at him, searching his face, desperate for something. Everything inside me was a mess, a whirlwind, a tornado, impossible to untangle. But in his eyes? I found it.

All of it. The things he tried so hard to hide.

The uncertainty. The honest-to-god naked hunger.

All those feelings…

He didn’t bother to cover them anymore. They were right there. Raw. Vulnerable. Almost sweet, in a weird, sincere way that hit me harder than anything else had all night.

I smiled at him, drowning in the same flood of feelings, hoping he could see it, too. That he knew I was right there with him.

Always had been.

I was just as scared. Maybe even more. Too fucking scared to ever say the words out loud, or even admit they were there at all.

He leaned down and kissed me again, softer this time, his cock still driving into me, and something in me just…broke.

Not in a bad way. More like all my walls just gave up and collapsed, and we were drowning in the mess we’d made together, our own little fucked-up orchestra playing somewhere deep in the back of my mind.

Our bodies?