Page 144 of Villainous Kingpin
“Tell me you want this,” I rasped against her pussy, my eyes glued to her face. I watched her lower lip caught between her teeth. I regretted not hearing her moans.
“C-can we just stop talking?”
I rose to my full length, ready to pull my fingers out of her folds when her hand flew to my wrist.
“P-please, Bas.” Since I slammed back into her life, I fucking thrived each time she called me by the nickname she gave me. The wanton need in her eyes eased my anger, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted all that she promised me before she left me.
Her light green eyes watched me through lust-filled half-closed lids and I knew, no matter what, I’d do anything for her when she looked at me that way.
Pushing my fingers back inside her clenching pussy, her mouth parted and I slammed my mouth against hers. She bit into my lip, the sting shot through me, but when her tongue licked over it, my fucking chest exploded.
This woman was rougher, more demanding than the woman that walked away from me nine months ago. And I fucking loved it.
Our mouths clashing, our tongues dancing together, my fingers slid in and out of her. In and out. My cock throbbed painfully against my pants but right now, I wanted to see her unravel. For me.
“Bas,” she moaned into my mouth, her hips bucking. She was close. With this woman, my blood burned hotter and the wordmineseared into my chest.
Wynter Star DiLustro.Soon!
She ground against my hand, her moans filling the room. I knew when she approached her orgasm. Her hands frantically held on to my shoulders, her fingers digging into my skin.
“That’s right, principessa.” I nipped her earlobe. “Give me everything.”
Her head fell backwards, exposing her neck to me. I bit into it, gently nipping and marking her. I wanted the entire world to know she was mine.
Thrusting my fingers in and out. In and out, her grip on me tightened. I stilled my hand movement and her eyes shot up.
“No,” she said frantically, her hips grinding against my hand. “Don’t stop.”
I chuckled darkly. “I’ll finish you off,” I promised coarsely. “But you’ll get on your knees and suck me off.”
I needed her mouth around my dick to get me off so I’d make it to our wedding night. Then I’d fuck her all goddamn night. Slow. Hard. Fast. I had nine months of fucking to make up for.
Watching Wynter’s face, I could tell she wanted to tell me off. But she wanted to come even more.
“I can get myself off,” she murmured, but at the same time her hips ground against my palm, hungry for friction.
“But it’s not the same,” I drawled. I’d know. I had been getting myself off for the last nine months. I couldn’t stand to fuck any other woman. The scent was off. The hair color was off. Everything about them was off. “Is it, principessa?”
I skimmed my mouth over her neck. Licking. Nipping. “I’ll make you come so hard. Then I’m going to eat your greedy pussy.” A whimper vibrated through her chest and straight to my groin. “And after I lick off all your juices, I’ll bury myself so fucking deep inside you and fuck you so hard that you’ll be screaming until your throat turns raw.”
“Yes,” she panted, her eyes closed. I wondered if she pictured her other lovers. The thought burned like acid through me.
“Open your eyes,” I ordered harshly.
She obeyed without question, and something in her eyes calmed me. Without prompting she leaned forward, her lips barely an inch from my mouth.
“Get me off,” she whispered, her tongue licking my mouth. “And I’ll suck you off.”
No sooner her last word was uttered, I slammed my mouth against her at the same time my fingers thrust into her. Hard. We kissed like two desperate people. I finger fucked her like her orgasm was the last thing I’d see on this earth.
Her hands ripped my shirt off, eager to take it off me. Her small palms felt cool against my heated skin. And God, I could feel her touch all over. On my back, on my shoulders, on my chest. As if she was as hungry for me as I was for her.
“Ahhh… Ah…. Ahhh, Bas,” she gasped.
“Open your eyes,” I ordered, jealousy a dark thought in the back of my mind. She obeyed without delay, probably scared I’d deny her pleasure. Our eyes locked, her shimmering green depths as she fell apart. I kept thrusting my fingers deep into her, uncaring how rough I was. I needed this as much as she did.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, watching me through heavy eyelids.
