Page 93 of Reluctantly Rogue

“Open your mouth, Duchess.”

With his other hand, he presses his thumb against my chin, urging my mouth open. Then he slides that middle finger along my bottom lip, then partway into my mouth.

“Suck,” he says simply.

I do, my eyes locked on his in the mirror. I mostly taste the saltiness of his skin, but there’s maybe another slight, unfamiliar flavor.

The sucking seems to affect Jonah, though. He presses his very hard cock into my ass.

“That was number one,” he says, sliding his finger out of my mouth. “You were perfect. Can all of that go on your Like It list?”

“Definitely,” I tell him with a smile.

“Then time for number two.”

“Number two what?”

“Orgasm.”

And before I can say a word, he’s sliding down to lie on his back, and gripping my hips to turn me to face him.

“Come on up,” he says.

“Up?”

“I decided how I want you. Grab that headboard.”

I look at how he’s lying, then look at the headboard.

“What—”

Hands on my hips, he pulls me up his body. “Pussy on my mouth, hands on the headboard.”

Oh. God.

I move my knees to either side of his head and grip the headboard. Mine at home would be much better for this. The ones in the palace would be as well. But this will have to?—

“Oh!”

Jonah pulls me down firmly—all the way down until I’m literally sitting on his face—and runs his tongue from my entrance to my clit in one long, firm lick.

“Damn, you are delicious, Duchess. Already addicted.”

Then he does it again. And again. And again.

I just hang on. All of my weight is on Jonah. He’s doing all the work, moving my body with his hands on my hips and making magic happen with his mouth. I think I say his name a couple of times. I know I say God’s.

Especially when Jonah sucks on my clit. And when he thrusts his tongue inside me. And for sure when he flicks it back and forth across my clit.

Then I give a very loud, “Fuck!” when he nips me.

I look down to see him grinning up at me. “Told you, bite marks are important.”

“That’s yours now, huh?” I ask, my heart hammering. The throaty, breathless voice doesn’t sound like mine.

“Yes.” He squeezes my ass. “It is.”

I keep watching, mesmerized as I watch his mouth, feeling his beard against my thighs, his tongue and lips and yes, a little bit of teeth again on my clit and seemingly every other inch between my legs.

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