Page 98 of Rags to Royals

I’ve definitely been overdressed for our liaisons the last few nights, even on the patio.

I slide my hand up her right leg, squeezing her thigh. “I have so much to do to you, I don’t know where to start.”

Her left leg moves restlessly on the bed. “Anywhere. Please.”

“I see you’re getting better with the begging.”

“I’ll do anything.”

Yes, she will. She's very good at following directions when she’s naked on a bed with me.

I stretch out on my stomach between her legs and begin kissing up her inner thigh to the crease between her hip and pussy. “Remember you said that,” I tell her. Then I use my thumbs to part her, my mouth watering at the sight of the pussy that ruined me for all other women.

I lean in and take a long lick.

She gasps my name, and I feel her hand land on top of my head, gripping my hair.

Her grip gets tighter as I continue to lick and suck. I circle her clit, sucking lightly, before stroking my tongue into her, groaning at her taste and scent.

After a few strokes with my tongue, I add a finger, then a second, as I focus my firm licks, and firmer sucks on the needy little nub of her clit.

I fuck and stretch her, rubbing over her G-spot with just enough pressure to make her pussy walls begin to tighten around my fingers.

“Cian!” she gasps.

“Louder,” I command gruffly, fucking her a little faster.

“Cian!” she cries.

I feel her pussy begin to ripple and I pull my fingers and mouth away.

“No!” she protests.Thatis nice and loud.

I smirk at her as I lean in and kiss her inner thigh then give the spot a hard suck. “You want more of my mouth?”

“Yes. So much.”

“You could’ve had that every night for the past?—”

“Nineteen months,” she interrupts, her tone exasperated.

I chuckle. “Exactly.”

She grips my forearm. “Please, Cian. I’m sorry. Please, please make me come.”

“All in good time.” I rise up between her thighs. Damn, she’s stunning. Laid out, breathing hard, skin flushed, dark hair spread out on my pillow, thighs open for me, on the edge of orgasm. All mine.

I cup my hand over her pussy. “This is mine, got it?”

She nods quickly. “Yes.”

“I’m in charge of it. When it comes. How it comes.”

She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, clearly a little worried. Good, she should be. I give her pussy a little tap. She jumps and gasps. Not from pain, but from surprise.

I slide two fingers into her again, pumping deep.

She moans. “Yes.”

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