Page 91 of Made for Reign

I grip her ass with both hands and spread her wider, exposing parts of her she’s probably never even seen herself.

“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, before extending my tongue to lave against that tight, puckered hole.

She freezes for a moment, a muffled cry vibrating around my cock as I gently probe her with my tongue. Then she melts into it, her body relaxing as pleasure overrides her initial shock.

I alternate between her pussy and her ass, licking, sucking, tasting every inch of her, showing her with my mouth how much I worship every part of her body. Above me, she’s finding her rhythm, taking my cock deeper with each downward movement of her head.

There’s something primal, almost animalistic about this position. Both of us using our mouths to pleasure the other, face to sex, nothing hidden, nothing held back. It’s raw and crude and filthy, and I fucking love it. Love corrupting my princess like this, pushing her beyond the prim boundaries of her upbringing into the wild, uninhibited woman she’s capable of being.

“Take me deeper, baby,” I groan as she hollows her cheeks around me. “As deep as you can go. Show me how much you want my cock.”

She responds by relaxing her throat, taking me further than she ever has before. The sight of her ass bouncing slightly asshe works me with her mouth, combined with the wet heat of her surrounding my tongue, brings me dangerously close to the edge.

I slide two fingers inside her pussy, curling them to find that spot that makes her thighs shake. When I feel it, that slightly rougher patch of flesh, I press firmly, matching the rhythm of my tongue against her ass.

She moans around my cock, the vibration nearly sending me over the edge. I feel her thighs beginning to tremble, know she’s getting close. My free hand comes down on her ass in a light slap, just enough to sting.

“Come on my tongue,” I command, the words muffled against her flesh. “Show me what a dirty girl you can be.”

Something about the command, the permission to be shameless, breaks the last of her restraint. She grinds down against my face, riding my tongue and fingers with abandoned need, even as she continues working my cock with desperate enthusiasm.

I feel her orgasm begin, her inner walls clenching around my fingers, her thighs shaking uncontrollably. The knowledge that I’ve pushed her to this edge, made her come from my tongue in her ass and my fingers in her pussy, while she sucks my cock like she’s starving for it.

It’s too much.

I explode in her mouth, hot pulses of release that she swallows greedily, not missing a drop. The intensity of it whites out my vision for a moment, pleasure so sharp it borders on pain ripping through me.

As our bodies gradually calm, she collapses on top of me, her face pressed against my thigh, both of us breathing hard. I gently guide her to turn around, pulling her against my chest, her head tucked under my chin.

For long moments, we lie in silence, heartbeats gradually slowing, skin cooling in the air-conditioned room. I stroke her hair, pressing occasional kisses to her forehead, overwhelmed by the trust she’s just shown me.

My whole life, I’ve avoided this. This raw, exposed feeling of needing someone. Of letting them matter. I’ve kept women at arm’s length, enjoyed their bodies but never their hearts. Made sure they understood the rules: physical pleasure, mutual satisfaction, and nothing more permanent than a night or two. No strings. No complications. No weakness.

Until Audrey.

She burrows deeper against my chest, her breath warm against my skin, and something inside me cracks open.

I pull her closer, burying my face in her hair. “I love you so much, Princess.”

She raises her head, eyes wide and vulnerable as they search mine. I don’t try to take the words back, don’t try to qualify them. They’re the purest truth I’ve ever spoken.

“I love you, too,” she whispers.

“Say it again,” I whisper, needing to hear it one more time, to make sure it wasn’t just post-orgasm euphoria talking.

Her smile is soft, almost shy as she traces my jawline with her fingertip. “I love you, Reign Mitchell.”

I capture her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm. “And I love you, Audrey Elizabeth Worthington. More than I thought possible.”

She settles back against my chest, her body warm and pliant against mine. We lie in comfortable silence, my fingers tracing lazy patterns along her spine, her breath steady against my skin.

“I’ve been thinking,” she says finally, her voice quiet but clear.

“About what?” I ask, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She shifts slightly, propping herself up on one elbow to look at me. “About what you said at the cabin. About taking me away and starting over somewhere new.”

My body tenses slightly. “What about it?”

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