Page 103 of The Kingpin's Call Girl

“I can read your body the same as I can read a dark street. Same as I can read a fighter’s eyes. I know when you’re aroused, princess. It’s in the flush creeping up your neck.” He kissesmy neck. “It’s the rhythm of your breath, the way your pupils dilate when I get close.” Another kiss. “Your body’s screaming for me.”

“Ummm,” I say, voice husky. “Screaming for ice cream,” I say nonsensically because all the blood in my brain has drained down to my throbbing clit.

I should put a stop to this. He’d stop if I asked.

“Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me no.”

“You so suck.”

He fits his hands over the collar of my thin T-shirt, his touch electric, grasps the collar... and rips the shirt down the middle.

Cool air rushes over my bare belly. “You’re such an asshole! I liked that shirt!”

“The scornful princess, imposed upon by the uncivilized barbarian.”

“For your information, they’re called Pechenegs, and theyweren’tuncivilized.”

Rough lips brush my throat. The harsh scrape of stubble makes my knees buckle. “Unlock the bra, princess. Now.”

“And if I don’t?”

He traces patterns on my skin, branding me with heat. “I so suck, remember?”

My hands tremble as I undo the front clasp. My breasts pop free, and he claims them without mercy, thumbing, sucking, devouring them. I can’t think. I grab his shoulder for stability.

“You hate the way I take you over.” He mumbles against my nipple, voice like dark velvet. “You hate that you love it.”

“No, I just hate it,” I lie.

My back talk seems to spur him on. “Liar.”

He sucks harder.

Fuck, it feels good.

Suddenly, he’s on his knees in front of me, pushing down my yoga pants.

“Craving my dominance. Giving you what those pampered boys can’t.”

I snort like it’s so ridiculous.

His lips hover over my mound as he skims my thighs with his rough palms, pushing the fabric to my ankles. He rids me of my shoes and every stitch of clothing below my waist, and I’m bared to him, way too turned on for life, pussy wet and throbbing.

His lips are still in the vicinity of my clit, and I’m desperate for him to touch me there, to lick me like in the restaurant.

Anything.

Everything.

Miracle of miracles, he shoves his tongue between my legs, rough and warm and invading.

My hand tunnels into his hair. “More.”

He fucks me with his tongue. My legs are like noodles, and I’m holding on for dear life as he switches to a finger, fucking me ruthlessly with it. He nips my belly. My eyes flutter shut.

“The prim princess, corrupted by a savage man,” he says, breath hot on my skin, finger owning my clit.

Yessss.

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