Page 71 of A Rogue's Rules for Seduction
“God above,” she gasped when his tongue slid through the folds of her quim.
“Now who’s being blasphemous?” It was a little hard to hear him, though, with his face buried between her thighs.
He held her hips securely as she lowered herself down to grasp his shaft. Pleasure permeated her as he licked her while she slid his cock between her lips. Sensation was all around her, hot and wet where he ate her, in her breasts where the hard tips rubbed against his torso, and throughout her whole being as she sucked him. He filled her—she did her best to take as much of him in her, yet had to rely on her hand to fully enclose him.
The baseness of this act made her eyelids flutter with arousal. And when he slid two fingers into her passage, she cried out, the sound muffled by the thickness of him in her mouth.
Everything dissolved as she bobbed on his cock and he licked her while thrusting into her, expertly locating that engorged spot inside that throbbed with pleasure from his touch. All the while, he made the most glorious noises, as if he was devouring something profoundly delicious, mingled with sounds of his ecstasy.
Her release barreled into her with uncompromising force. She went taut as pleasure shot through her whole being, making her limbs shake and her breath sound like a sob.
She was learning that Dom was never satisfied until she’d come at least thrice, and he made good on this unspoken vow, consuming her greedily as he fucked her with his fingers. The fact that she had his cock in her mouth hurried each climax along, following one another like diamonds on a chain.
“Enough, lioness,” he growled, taking his mouth from her and moving his hips so that he slipped from her lips.
“But you liked that,” she complained, her words more a mumble from the sheer number of orgasms she’d just had.
“Too much. Was goin’ to spill in your mouth.”
“Maybe I’d enjoy it.”
He swore again as he moved her limp body, positioning her so that she again lay upon the blanket. “You’re goin’ to fuckin’ kill me.”
“Then we’ll meet our maker together.”
He bent over her and kissed her, the taste of her own arousal upon his skin. And then it was as if those countless climaxes hadn’t happened because she was aflame once more.
“Dom.”
“Lioness?”
“Fuck me.”
“Oh, I will.” Kneeling, he placed himself between her open thighs, gripping her hips and lifting them up. Then, with one thrust, he was inside her.
It didn’t matter that she’d taken him inside her less than an hour before. The size of him stretched her, filled her, so that she couldn’t stop herself from gasping.
“Stop?” he growled, stilling.
“Don’t you dare.” Thiswashow she was going to reach the end of her existence. She couldn’t think of a better way than crammed full of Dom’s cock.
She pushed her hips into his in encouragement.
“Ah, sweetheart,” he said hoarsely. “This is where I belong. Inside you.”
She swallowed against the rush of emotion that threatened to lead her away from her pleasure.
“How do you want me to fuck you, lioness?”His voice was gruff. “Slow and easy? Hard and rough?”
The choice washers.“Slow—at first. Then...” She moaned when he drew back and then drove forward in a thick, delicious thrust.
“Then good and rough,” he finished.
“Yes.”
He did as he promised. His pace was, in the beginning, leisurely yet resolute. Each stroke into her was long and purposeful, his hips steady in their tempo and building sensation within her to gradual, dizzying heights. It was too much, and yet not enough.
“Dom,”she cried, nearly whining.
