Page 113 of Kings & Queen

“Let’s takeyouto the edge a few times, yeah?” she teased.

I opened my eyes and nodded, unable to form words. A string of precum dribbled down from the tip as she edged me.

I growled, and she commanded me, “Stop.” My hand ceased its movement. “No touching. Let it go, Blade. Such a good boy,” she crooned as I moved my hand away and panted through the pulsing of my rock-hard cock.

Chest heaving, I tipped my head back against the couch pillow, willing my breath to even out. The rush pulsed through me, warm and wicked, leaving my limbs heavy and heart racing. I let the quiet settle, chasing some semblance of control while the imprint of her still burned against my skin.

When had she become the one in charge and me the one practically mewling? Fuck it, I didn’t care. She had me so hooked on her I could barely see straight. She left me feeling like I was the one drunk.

And I was. Drunk on her, her beauty, her pureness, and her fucking love. Kinsley reached out and rubbed her finger across the head of my cock. My eyes flew open as she collected it and brought it up to her sweet lips.

“Mm, you taste salty and dangerous. Let’s start again. I want to hear how good it feels when your stroke your cock for me.” Lust filled her voice, and it was like I was seeing someone completely new. “Right on the motherfucking edge. That’s where I want you, Blade. Hang out there for me. It’s one of my favorite spots in the world. It’s only fair you feel it too.”

“Fuck, love. I need to come,” I choked out, pumping faster.

“Soon, I promise. I like seeing you this way. Waiting for the moment I’ll say the words and give you what you crave. You do crave it, right?”

“Yes. Now will you say it, please? Say the fucking words,” I groaned.

My cock throbbed hard and expanded in my grip. I wasn’t going to last much longer, for fuck’s sake. My hand twisted with the perfect amount of friction. Heat rocketed up from my balls and shot up through my spine and down my cock.

“Release is right there. It’s going to feel so good. It’s on the tip of my tongue. How bad do you want it?”

“Damn you. I want it so fucking bad,” I moaned. My voice sounded weak in my own ears. She shifted, and the light touch of her hand on my cock again sent shivers through me.

“I don’t know. I think you can go a little longer. Ride it out. Do you need a break?”

I shook my head vigorously and squeezed harder on the upstroke, relishing this moment with her. I’d never ridden the edge like this,never,and fuck me if I didn’t whimper at how sensitive my cock was with each stroke of my hand. My balls clenched, and I mumbled incoherently between gasps. “Little love. Please,” I begged over and over.

If the guys ever found out, they’d never let me live it down. They’d revoke my club card. The motherfucking Blade, a killer who never hesitated to take out his target, was reduced to nothing more than a schoolgirl under the control of a tiny dancer.

My eyes flew open, seeking hers, and something powerful emanated from her very being. She looked ravishing. Biting her lower lip, she stared into my eyes, her breathing ragged.

“Stroke it faster, Blade. I can’t wait to watch as you come. Hold it for me just a minute more, you can do it. Wait for it, my beloved.”

I moaned her name and did as she asked, increasing my speed. “Please,” I whispered once more, my eyes closing.

“How bad do you want to come?” She leaned close and placed a soft kiss on my knee.

“Little love, you’re killing me.”

“Answer the question,” she commanded.

“Bad, okay? I’ve never wanted to come this bad. Jesus, please, Kinsley,” I begged. Then her tiny hand wrapped around my shaft and pumped with me.

With a gleam in her eyes, she cooed, “Come for me, Blade, now.” And right as my cock erupted, she wrapped her fucking lips around the head of it, encasing me. With a flick of her tongue on the underside, she sucked me into her warm mouth.

A sound unlike anything I’d ever made erupted from deep inside my chest. Stuck between a grunt, a growl, and a fucking guttural scream, I exploded under her. My orgasm ripped through me as waves of pleasure pulsed through my body from head to toe.

I gushed into her waiting mouth, and she swallowed. The feel of her mouth took what was already a massive orgasm and turned it into something altogether intense, moving. It was like an out-of-body experience, something I’d never felt before.

My core pulsed and shook as she continued sucking my cock, swallowing all she could. As I struggled to get my breathing under control and wrap my mind around what just happened, she cleaned up what she missed. She possessively lapped and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock and licked up and down the shaft several times as I shivered and grabbed her head.

My perfect little girl giggled, reveling in how she’d made me weak. She laid her head against my thigh as her legs swung behind her in the air. Fuck the bike ride. The endorphins my girl just sucked from my very body had me feeling mellow as all get out.

“So…” Her voice was eager as she traced my tattoo. “Does this mean I can touch you now? Want to go over my list?” She turned hopeful eyes my way.

I sighed heavily, and she tensed. “Kinsley, I think—” But before I could finish the thought, she wrapped her lips around my cock once more and ran her tongue around the sensitive rim of my head, making my body jerk and spasm. A shiver shot down my spine.