Page 5 of King of Deception

I had no idea that one man could turn me into this. Melt all my inhibitions in a matter of seconds, but here I am.

The ache pulses through me and I flex my hips to give him even more access. I don’t want him to stop.

But he’s done asking me what I want as he stands.

I cry out my protest anyway, even as he wraps an arm around my waist and lifts me up off the floor.

I’ve never been naked in a man’s arms like this before and it’s amazing, the warm roughness of his skin against mine.

I wrap my arms around his neck, and he buries his other hand in my hair, cradling my head, as he tips my face down so that he can kiss my lips.

Using his mouth, he guides my lips apart, his tongue plunging into mine.

It’s hot and sexy as our tongues tangle. I’m not so naïve that I’ve never kissed a man before. But I have never been kissed like this. I can feel the heat between my legs spiraling out of control just from the press of our bodies and his kiss.

I don’t even notice he’s carried me across the room until he lowers me to the bed. If I thought his skin felt good when we were standing, when his weight comes down on top of me, I let out this long breathy moan.

He’s turned me into the most wanton woman…

But he’s kissing down my body again, and this time, when he gets to my belly, he fists either side of my thong, pulling it down over my hips.

I have one moment where I know he’s going to see what no man has before, but I can barely think about it, before his lips come down over my clit and he sucks it into his mouth. Without the cloth, it feels even better, though it’s sensitive enough that I bite at my lip, a little bit of pain mixing with the pleasure.

But he isn’t done. He wraps his fingers under my knee, opening me wider to him before his hand slides up my thigh, and then he uses his fingers to spread my lips open.

The way he’s touching me, confident, in command, it just makes me hotter as I chase his tongue with my hips.

And then he slides a finger inside me. I feel myself tighten around him. Grip him. But he feels so good inside me, my back arches, my hair sliding on the bed as I thrash back and forth, whimpering

He eases back, and I push up to look at him, about to beg for his touch. The look in his eyes makes my breath catch. It’s so possessive it’s almost predatorial.

“You like that, luv?”

“Please,” I plead, my fingers sliding into his hair again, tightening my grip on the strands. “Please don’t stop.”

He looks me at me for one more second, and I swear, he’s like a lion about to devour his prey before he dives back in, licking me exactly where I need it.

I feel the pleasure knotting so tightly that my back arches again, my toes curling, one fist clenching in the sheets, the other in his hair.

And then I break apart, shattering into a thousand tiny pieces as I cry out his name.

He slows his tongue but doesn’t stop, his finger still buried inside me. My chest is heaving and I’m not sure I can see straight, but I can still feel as he starts kissing a path back up my body.

He doesn’t remove his finger from inside me, though, his palm cupping my sex.

“In this arrangement of ours…” he growls out, his smooth accent making my inside walls clench around him again. “Do you return the favor?”

I lick my lips, drawing in a deep breath. Do I want to taste him? Feel him? “Yes.”

I hear his rumble of approval a moment before my body is turning. He both pulls me on my side and spins me so I’m lined up with my mouth pointed toward his hips where he kneels in a crouch.

All while never taking his finger out of me.

The man has skills.

If I was ever going to do this… have one night of wild passion, I picked the right guy. It’s so easy, I barely have to think.

With his free hand, he gives the towel a quick jerk and suddenly his cock is there in front of me.

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