Page 60 of A Rogue's Rules for Seduction
“That’s it, lioness,” he urged her as his fingersstroked in and out of her. “Use me. Fuck my hand and get what you need.”
Her fingers clutched at his shoulders as she did just that, rocking into him with her legs wide open, trusting him to hold her as she chased her desires.
That trust nearly brought tears to his eyes. He blinked them away—this moment was for her alone.
He drove into her and caressed her clitoris as she rode his fingers, her moans coming low and fast. Until she stiffened and cried out with her orgasm.
Nothing was more beautiful than Willa as she came. If he could pick only one sight to see for the rest of his days, it would be her, eyes closed, lips parted, as she abandoned herself to her pleasure.
“God above,” she said when the tremors subsided. Her voice was thick, as if she was drunk.
“I ain’t done with you,” he said, gruff. “Not until you’re hoarse from screamin’ your pleasure.”
His fingers still deep within her, he sank to his knees on the rough stone.
“Oh, lovely girl,” he murmured as he beheld her flushed, glossy flesh. “So ripe. So ready.”
“I used to think about this,” she confessed. “About what it would be like to have you look at my... my...”
“Come now, lioness,” he chided lowly. “No shyness from the woman who made me frig myself raw in front of her. Call this beautiful cunt by its name.”
More color stained her face and she was practically panting. “My cunt.”
He snarled as arousal clawed through him. He didn’t think that, after spilling so much seed, he could be hard again so quickly.
“I tried to imagine it,” she said breathlessly. “How you’d look at my cunt. If you’d like it... or if... you might not...”
“Oh, I like it,” he insisted, his voice grating. “Iloveit. I thought about it, too. Would bring myself off every night, sometimes twice, just picturin’ your lovely pussy. This pretty, unashamed part of you. Wet for me. Demandin’ my fingers, my cock, my tongue.”
She moaned as he punctuated his words with a thrust of his fingers. Her flesh tightened around him.
“That scene you liked in that filthy book,” he growled. “Where the man eats the lady’s cunt. That’s what you want. That’s what I can give you.”
“God, yes,” she gasped.
With his free hand grasping her hip so hard it would surely bruise, Dom bent down and licked her—one long, slow, thick glide of his tongue over her folds. She cried out, but instead of pushing him away, she gripped the back of his head and brought him even closer. Lightning coursed through him to be commanded by her, to serve her. And by God, would he serve her.
She was wet silk against him, spiced and earthy.He swirled his tongue around the bud of her clitoris, then took it between his lips and sucked.
As she moaned, her fingers dug into his scalp, and the stinging reverberated all the way down to his cock. He continued to suck and tongue her, while he thrust in and out of her passage with his fingers, making certain to graze against that deep, swollen spot within.
Her ankles hooked behind his back, imprisoning him. As though he would want to be anywhere but here, scraping his knees raw while he devoured her cunt.
“Only dreams are this good,” he growled against her flesh.
“No dream,” she gasped. “All of this is real, andI’mreal.”
“Then I ain’t wastin’ this opportunity.”
He lapped at her, sometimes using the flat of his tongue, sometimes teasing her with the tip. Her flavor filled him, and he happily drowned in her as he paid homage to her cunt. His hips couldn’t stop from thrusting as he plunged his fingers into her, wanting so badly to be inside of her in every conceivable way.
Her thighs shook. He held tightly, keeping her secure, as she bowed back and cried out with the shaking strength of her orgasm. Still, he didn’t stop, selfishly wanting to bestow as much ecstasy upon her as he could. He went on eating her, fuckingher with his hand, until she came again, and then he made her come once more because he was a villain.
He would have gone on, greedy son of a bitch that he was, but she gently pushed him away.
“I can’t... I can’t take any more,” she whimpered.
He stopped at once. After carefully sliding his fingers from her, he gave them a thorough lick, then kissed the tender flesh of her thighs. Slowly, reluctantly, he tugged down the fabric of her skirts. But he didn’t want to rise, not yet, and laid his head on her knee.
