Page 84 of The King's Maiden

But eventually, I broke our stare and dropped my gaze to his erection. His hard and thick—and honestly, totally beautiful—cock jumped toward me like it was as eager as I was.

He hissed as my breath washed over him, and bit back a curse when I ran my tongue over the length of his erection.

Moaning at the first taste of him, I sealed my lips around his head and sucked gently.

“Jesus,” he groaned, bringing his hand up to the back of my head.

Mine wrapped around his base. There was no way I’d be able to take all of him into my mouth, but he seemed content to let me work my lips over his crown while I slowly pumped his shaft with my hand. My tongue darted out to collect the pre-cum building at his tip, laving over the slit in the head.

His hips jerked beneath me.

Unprepared for that first reflexive thrust, I gagged and pulled back. Breathing heavily, I stared up at him as I hovered over his length. “No taking control this time.”

His eyes flashed with lust and his incoming protest, but I cut him off before he could voice it.

“Good boys get orgasms,” I taunted.

He groaned again and let his head fall back. “Fucking hell.”

His hips tensed as he held them still. Emboldened, I tightened my grip around him. Working up and down with both hands, I slid the tip of his cock back inside my mouth.

I sucked deeply, eagerly wanting him to come because of what I did to him.

When it didn’t happen right away, the way it seemed to for me with him, I tried to take more of him into my mouth. But his size and girth were almost too much. Each time I sank lower, he hit the back of my throat and triggered my gag reflex.

Every constriction of my airway sent a pulse of alarm firing through me and pricked my eyes with tears. Easing back, I stared up at him, filled with regret.

“I can’t do it.” My chest felt tight and ached, but if I tried to grab for my inhaler now, he’d know that I needed it for something as simple as this, and I didn’t want that to make him doubt me. “Not like that, at least. Is that okay?”

He cocked his head and watched me as I wiped my face. “I don’t care how you do it. I’m trying to hold off because it feels so good, not because…” Sitting up, he took my face in his hands and swiped his thumb across my cheeks. “Whatever you do, just don’t stop touching me.”

At his words, I swallowed past the fear of not being able to do this and dropped my head. He cursed when I pressed a kiss to the head of his cock, licking the slightly salty, but somehowsweet, taste of him from my lips. Eager to please him, I took him back inside my mouth.

Sitting up, he pressed his arms down into the bed beside him, his fingers clenching in the sheets as I sucked harder. I used my hands and mouth like before, but this time brought one palm up to cup his balls. They tightened beneath my touch.

“Oh, fuck.”

He pulled back on my shoulders, popping my lips off his cock as he came with a shudder. Jets of cum spurted from his head, painting his stomach with pearly white streams. Yanking on the collar of his shirt, he whipped it over his head and used it to control the mess.

I stared with wide eyes, somehow in disbelief at how, even in climax, he had enough awareness to pull me off. Enough control to clean up right afterward.

Breathing hard, he stared at me without a shred of disappointment on his face. And while he looked satisfied when he was spent, I couldn’t help but feel cheated.

It wasn’t the same as what he’d done to me. The way I’d lost myself in what he did. The way he’d taken control.

Disgruntled, I let him pull me into his arms. Resting my head on his bare chest, my fingers played over his spotless ab muscles.

He hummed as his eyes closed, one hand stroking up and down my back. “That was…”

Tugging up the hem of my sleep shirt, he dipped into the waistband of my panties. He drew soft, lazy circles over my hip, until the sleep I’d pulled him from caught back up with him.

Our orgasm tally being astronomically skewed in my favor, I didn’t mind when he ultimately lost the battle and dozed off. I was too worked up to lie back and take the orgasms, anyway.

Worked up in a completely unexpected way.

Landon’s tight grip on control had sparked a challenge inside me. One that wouldn’t be sated by anything less than his complete and total abandon.

He didn’t know it yet.

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