Page 135 of Claimed By Prince Daddy

“Sasha.” My name sounded like a plea.

“Not yet,” I said, teasing him.

I trailed a finger across the head of him, my gaze riveted as his cock twitched in response. I smirked at the harsh lines of his face, the sweat that beaded his brow.

“God, you wicked, wicked thing,” Damon hissed. Another pass of my finger over him elicited a guttural moan from his lips.

Playtime was over.

I took him into my mouth. His back bowed, spine snapping taut. He growled in ecstasy, his claws stabbing through the mattress. I sucked, sliding my tongue down the length of him as I watched him beneath my lashes. His primal elation flooded into me, sparking my own pleasure. My clit throbbed, the bud hard and sensitive as I rubbed my thighs together. I could feel the wetness of my arousal soaking through my thighs.

I teased for a few minutes more before Damon growled my name. I paused, releasing him with a wet sounding pop.

His arms trembled. “Sasha, s-stop,” he panted. His chest heaved. “Let me come inside you. Let me hold you.”

I hesitated. “Hmm,” I said, taping a finger against my chin.

Damon shook, propped up on his elbows. “Sasha, baby?—”

I threw him a slow smirk. “Yes, I like it when you beg.”

A low moan came from Damon. I laughed. “Settle down, bear.” I licked the crown of his cock one more time and he let his head fall back. “I accept.”

Damon lunged. In the next instant, I found myself on my back with Damon looming over me, all hard muscles slicked with sweat.

A wicked smirk touched his lips, sending a delighted pleasure racing through me, straight to my toes.

“My turn,” he whispered, the sound of it sending a thrill shooting down my spine.

He slid his large body down my torso, his full lips placing open-mouthed kisses along the swell of my breast, the valley between. A breathy moan escaped me. I ran my fingers through his hair, tugging at his strands—begging his mouth to return to my throbbing nipples. A dark chuckle rumbled from Damon as he lowered himself between my thighs. He grabbed my hand, still tangled in his hair, and placed it at my side.

I whimpered in protest. “I want you to?—”

“Your breasts,” Damon interrupted. “I know, darling.” He peered at me beneath lush lashes. “But I’m feeling rather hungry.” He gazed down at my pussy. A blush stole across my cheeks. A ragged groan rippled from Damon’s throat. “God, Sasha, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of tasting you. Of being like this with you.” He sighed. “You’ve walked in my dreams.”

The breath fled from my lungs. He’d dreamed of me? My heart pumped, pressing against my ribcage. I bit my lower lip hard to stifle the unbidden rush of tears that welled. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, the space in time that was so precious. It belonged to Damon and I. I wouldn’t ruin it with my tears. I sniffled and spread my thighs apart wider. Damon read the invitation in my movements.

He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and gaze riveted on my pulsing clit. My face burned with a wave of embarrassment. Even my ears grew heated. No man had ever scrutinized me so meticulously, or as intimately. I squirmed, my knees closing in some, but Damon held my thighs apart at the knees. His gaze flicked up as he pressed a soft kiss to my inner thigh. A touch of reassurance. At that, my love for him burned even stronger.

I watched as he lowered his head. Then I felt it.

A dizzying rush of pleasure that snapped my body tight at the feel of his tongue lapping between my folds.

“Oh, God!”

My hips bucked as the wet heat of his tongue flicked my clit, then circled the sensitive nubbin of flesh. I cried out as another jolt of satisfaction bolted through my veins, singing my nerve-endings.

Sweat broke out along my chest, beaded my brow. My breasts rose and fell with ragged pants.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

Damon moaned before his tongue thrusted into my core, slipped in and out. I writhed over the sheets, my claws slicing out to shred them. Through the delicious haze, I was aware of the torture I’d put Damon through only moments before. He’d returned it tenfold.

He delved into the slippery heat between my legs, again and again. Damon lapped at my juices that flowed from my core. The pleasure built, gathered in intensity. As it crested, I chased after it, rushing toward the pulsating drop. Damon sucked on my clit. And I reached a climax that was so intense, leaving me to cum with thunderous ecstasy. My mouth gaped as a scream ripped from my vocal chords. My back arched, muscles contracting—tightening as wave after rolling wave crashed through my insides. The slick moisture from my core gushed out. Damon remained crouched in between my legs, his tongue lapping up my juices, nuzzling the tiny sensitive bud as he extended my rapture to delirium.

A tingling swept through my body, aftershocks of my orgasm causing my limbs to tremble. I gasped in mouthfuls of precious oxygen, my eyes rolling back in my head.

A mischievous chuckle met my ears. “I like when you scream my name.”

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