Page 108 of Forbidden Empire
I gave a little shrug and laughed. Then I stuck out my tongue, slow as molasses, letting it slide right over the tip. I knew he wasdying for me to go for it, to get rough, fast. He had to fight like hell, not just to grab me and shove every inch straight down my throat.
But yeah, no, that wasn’t happening.
I bent my head and focused on the underside of his cock, my tongue as smooth as silk, making the slowest trip possible up along the whole shaft. And then the same thing, but in reverse: dragging my tongue back down, flat and hot against him.
Up, down, again and again, I just kept licking, never hurrying, tasting every inch, loving every second of it.
My fingers joined in, wrapping around him and moving in sync with my mouth, squeezing as I licked up and down, up and down, setting the rhythm and not letting up for a second.
“Oh, baby,” he breathed, his head tilting back, eyes squeezing shut, just lost in it.
I loved the way his cock slid through my fingers, how his skin yielded and flexed beneath my grip, the steady pulse beating against my lips.
But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to give more.
I pulled back for a second, slipped my fingers into my mouth, then reached beneath him.
My lips found his cock again, letting it slide in and out while I pressed my fingertip against his ass.
He groaned, surprised, but didn’t stop me. When I was sure he was ready, I eased my finger inside, pausing, waiting to see what he’d do.
My tongue kept working, circling the head of his cock, and my finger slid in deeper. He was hot, tight. I moved further, searching until I found that spongy, throbbing spot.
I pressed into it and sucked him, hard, and he let out a cry, louder than I’d ever heard. That was all the encouragement I needed.
I kept going, sucking him harder and harder, my finger rubbing his prostate, working him until he was shaking.
“Esme, fuck! Esme!” he shouted, as his cock thickened in my mouth.
I could tell he was about to lose it, so I sped up, wrapping my other hand around him and squeezing while I sucked, my tongue flicking over the tip at the same time.
“ESME! Fuck yes!”
He was thrashing now, hips jerking up and down, and then everything just stopped. His whole body locked up, and he came hard, cock pulsing against my tongue, filling my mouth with that hot, tangy taste.
I slowed down, swallowing every last drop, my movements softening as I milked him until he had nothing left.
Then I let him go, grinning, and crawled back up to him. I watched as his eyes opened, all dazed and happy, pure satisfaction written all over his face.
“Did you like that?” I murmured, a little breathless.
He laughed, short and deep, and caught my cheeks in his palms, kissing me hard. His tongue curled against mine, hot and hungry, and for a second, I forgot everything but the taste of him.
When I pulled back, I found myself grinning down at him. “That’s a yes, then?”
He groaned, dramatic, a hands-over-face mock agony.
“That’s a very enthusiastic fuck yes, darling.” He snatched my hand, pressed it between his thighs, and my eyes went wide at how hard he still was, the pulse of him unmistakable. “Can you blame me? Look at what you do to me, Esme.”
“Good,” I shot back, mouth already open to meet his lips again.
He rolled me under him, that body of his all warmth and weight, sliding against me until I shivered.
He nudged against my center, finding me soaked, ready and wanting.
His lips didn’t leave mine, not once, as his cock, thick and pulsing, slid into me.
Our hips met somewhere in that impossible space between his body and mine, colliding and rolling together in perfect, mindless rhythm.
