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“Please.”

“Total surrender,” he taunts. “It’s what you wanted. Give it to me.”

Summoning all my willpower, I relax against his hold. His pleased growl vibrates against my dripping pussy.

“Well, aren’t you a good whore?”

Thrust.

“Letting me feast on your cunt.”

Thrust.

“Drip, baby.”

Thrust.

Holding me immobile with a harsh grip around my thighs, he eats my pussy. Slow, fast, hard, and teasing. My flesh feels raw from his stubble, throbbing and aching under his wicked tongue.

Seconds pass.

Minutes pass.

Or it could be hours. I don’t know.

He keeps bringing me closer to the edge over and over, lapping and slurping on my arousal like he’s drinking honey. It feels like never-ending torture, but it’s him worshipping me.

Somewhere during the onslaught of erotic sensations, the rest of my power crumbles and I truly and completely submit. The moment my hold on his hair slackens and I stop meeting him thrust for thrust, he plunges two fingers inside me. Rapidly hitting against my G-spot, he utters one word that catapults me into another universe.

“Come.”

I shatter into a billion pieces, moaning, “King!”

CHAPTER – 15

Twinkle

I’m a boneless puddle, floating in subspace as Kingston quietly fixes my clothes until I’m marginally presentable. Nothing can be done about my flushed face, though. I’m in one of the snowiest cities in the world, yet my entire body is scorching.

I’ve never been edged and made to come so hard in my entire life.

I didn’t think it was even possible. It was a myth to me.

Hell, Kingston put my vibrators to shame. They’re nothing against Kingston’s expert mouth and fingers. His filthy talk. His dominance.

“Are you okay, darling?”

Now he’s back to being my sweet and caring guy. Why is he so perfect and everything I’ve ever wanted in a guy? My poor heart can’t handle it.

“Is this a good kind of speechless or should I be worried?” he teases, cupping my cheeks and kissing them one by one. My skin sizzles where his lips—still wet from my orgasm—touch.

Catching his lips with mine, I kiss him hard, tasting myself, and whisper, “I want to do it again, even at the risk of not being able to sit for a week.”

His smile brushes against mine, before kissing me back sweetly. “Do you really think I’ll stop after one taste? This was for me, so I don’t lose my mind and shred every last bit of my control. I had been dying to taste you ever since I saw you across that restaurant, Twinkle.”

“Me too,” I confess. “I hated that you were meant for my best friend.”

I’ve never envied Tina but on that date, I did.

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