Page 111 of A Ballad of Betrayal and Beauty

“Yes,” I say. “You’ll make it feel good?”

“Oh, baby, I’ll make you feel so fucking good you won’t want anything else.”

I cock an eyebrow. “You’re mighty confident.”

He kisses me again. “I have a few tools up my sleeve.”

I’m not quite sure what he means by “tools,” but color me intrigued. “Okay then.” I drag my fingers against his abdomen, his muscles contracting as I pull his shirt up and over his head, and he takes my nipple in his mouth before it even has a chance to land on the carpet with a softthump. I throw my head back as his tongue swirls and flicks, and I close my eyes as a groan escapes my mouth.

His lips worship my other nipple, and I start to sweat, the room becoming so warm so quickly that I feel like putty in his arms.

“Turn around for me,” he says.

I nod and do as I’m told, standing before the bed to face our reflection in the mirrored closet doors. I’ve always enjoyed looking at my body. I grew up knowing it was my best asset. Perhaps that’s why it never fazed me to let others look at it too. However, the sight that I behold of Joel kissing my spine as he bends to pull down my jeans will be something I remember forever.

His fingers nimbly undo the button and zipper as he kisses down the base of my spine, then over my hip, slowly pulling down my jeans and underwear before helping me free my legs.

“Bend over on the bed,” he rasps, and my stomach flips with both excitement and nerves.

I step forward until my knees sink into the mattress, and with everything completely bare, I bend forward, placing my hands on the sheets. My aching breasts hang heavily, and for a moment, I’m reminded of my phone call with Baby. How he told me to get on my knees and crawl. A knot forms in my stomach and I clamp my eyes closed, trying to block the thought.

Joel.Joel.You’re here with Joel. He’s here and he’s real. Stop thinking about what could have been.

Joel steps up behind me, his jean-clad hips hitting the backs of my thighs. My hands grasp behind me for any of him I can get. I need to focus. He’s crazy about me and I’ve fallen for him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he mutters, “you smell so good.”

I swallow hard, the knot tightening before I discreetly pinch my stomach to rid Baby from my mind. “Can I ask one favor?” I whisper.

He traces the shell of my ear with his lips and I shudder. “Anything.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart.”

Without any hesitation he kisses the spot where my earlobe meets my neck and my knees nearly buckle. “Princess it is.”

I let out a breath, the guilt that had built up so quickly dissipating as his fingers explore my body. He presses between my shoulder blades, pushing my chest down further, my ass up in the air in front of him. “Do you have any idea how goddamn gorgeous you are?”

My chest flutters, and he palms my ass tenderly. For a moment I think he might smack it—I want him to smack it—but I shudder hard when his tongue licks up my slit from my clit until it sinks into my pussy.

“Oh fuck,” I whine, my words muffled by the sheets. Then he’s feasting on me, licking and teasing and I grab on to anything I can, my fists grappling with the black sheets.

It feels so fucking good that I spread my legs wider for him, pushing my hips back for more. Fuck, his mouth is a masterpiece, and he endlessly works at my clit as my breathing grows ragged.

“Oh god, Joel,” I moan, my thighs beginning to shake as I careen toward an orgasm. The position he has me in, coupled with his miraculous mouth, has my belly poised to burst, toes scrunching. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

His tongue is gone in an instant and my eyes fly open as the coil starts to decompress, my impending orgasm fading away little by little.

“Wait—” I say, pushing myself up off the bed. “What are you doing?”

Joel stands behind me, his face slick with my juices, smirking down at me. “Not yet, princess.”

I open my mouth but can’t seem to find the words. “But—but . . . I was so close.”

He walks around me to the other side of the bed, unbuckling his pants as he goes, and I realize what’s coming. I can’t fucking wait.

“You’ll be close a lot,” he says, dropping his pants and reaching forward to grab my neck so I have to crawl across the bed toward him. “You’ll be so desperate to come that you’ll do anything for it.”

His stiff cock springs forward, the tip glistening in the low light.

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