Page 40 of Wicked Throne

I bit my lip.

He nodded.

My eyes dared to dart downward....he was going to wreck me. His cock was straining angrily against the slacks he wore. I wanted to be wrecked.

He grabbed my hand and I followed him up the stairs and into the bedroom. In the middle of the room was a huge California King bed.

"This doesn't mean anything," I said once we were on the bed.

"Sure, Diamond."

"I mean it...."

I couldn't think as he flipped my legs in the air. All I could see was the swirl patterns on the ceiling and feel the warmth of Thierry's mouth as he began to eat me out. His tongue darted and swirled around with expert precision.

The sounds of him lapping up my juices filled the room.

I didn't like that.

I had always been vocal during sex, and I wasn't about to stop now.

"Yes, Daddy....lick there! Oooo...."

He stopped and I felt him starring at me.

"Daddy?"

Lifting my head, I starred back. He had an eyebrow raised, a smirk on his lips. Thierry was still clueless. I was going to learn him tonight. As I'd said a million times.

Pussy ran everything.

Reaching between us, my fingers dipped low and inside of me. I brought them up to his mouth and without hesitation, he licked away my dew.

"Less talking, more eating," I smiled.

He obeyed and went back to putting his mouth to use. His hands gripped at the upper parts of my thighs and at my ass. Thierry knew how to work his mouth. He knew how to give a woman pleasure. He would never give a woman pleasure with this mouth again, I'd decided this out of nowhere.

"Fuck, yes," I screamed.

I wanted to come so bad and I was nearly there.

He must have sensed it because he back off.

"No, don't stop," I tried to ease up again but I was out of breath.

He stood then and smirked.

"No."

"Huh?"

Confusion.

I was already on a cloud of pleasure and surrounded by fog. This was not the time for games.

"You won't be coming...not that way. And not until I say so."

My face immediately scrunched up.