Page 31 of Lords of Misrule
“Why did you?”
“Rowan and I have an unwritten rule. If we both like the same girl, we stay away. Keeps the peace. And this time he was very clear about how he felt about me staying away from you.”
“I hate him a little bit.”
“I think the feeling’s mutual.” I smile and place a kiss on her stomach, her eyes shuttering with the sensation. I repeat it, and she takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly while I climb my way up her body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in my wake.
“Glad he broke the rules then,” she mumbles.
“Me too,” I whisper against her skin when I get to her neck, kissing her there and then moving to her jaw.
“Only sad I didn’t get all of you.”
“Do you want all of me?”
“Since the first day of class this year.”
“Just this year? Damn. For me, it’s been since that first class freshman year.”
“Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
“I didn’t think I was your type. You didn’t make any moves, and I’m used to girls coming to me.”
“Ooooh, I get it.” She laughs. “I mean I definitely saw that tonight. You don’t have to work for much.”
“I’d work for you.” I take her lips with mine, kissing her softly at first, and then rougher as she wraps her arms around me and pulls me down. I nip her bottom lip, running my teeth over the plump lower one and then kissing my way down her again.
I’m going hard already with how good she feels underneath me, and she spreads her legs wider to let me settle between them, canting her hips up so she’s cradling my cock, and I rock against her. Her eyes close, and she lets out a soft sound of approval.
“Do you want me to work for you?” I slide my hand between us, adjusting my cock until it’s flush with her clit and moving my hips just enough that she can feel it.
“Yes. I want anything you give me, Finn.” Something about the way she says my name sends a buzz through me, and now all I can think about is my mouth on her sweet little pussy. I grab her shorts and start to tug them down, pausing briefly to wait for permission, and she lifts her hips to help me get them off.
I kiss my way down her body, over her chest and stomach until I’m resting between her thighs, kissing her at first and then dragging my tongue through her wetness. So fucking gratifying that she gets this wet for me. That just that little bit of foreplay has her so ready for me. I use my tongue to massage her, dipping inside for a better taste before I slide my finger inside her while I suck her clit.
“Fuck… You taste like my new favorite thing, Duchess.”
“Oh my god…” She moans when I suck on her again, and then use my tongue to give her more. “Don’t you start too.”
I smile to myself and then resume my torture, kissing, licking, sucking her, and using my fingers to keep her close to the edge.
“I need you inside me. I want to know what you feel like. Please, Finn.”
That’s all she has to do—ask and I’ll jump. This girl already has that kind of control over me. I’m stripping down a moment later and then lining myself up with her. I tease her with the tip of my cock, sliding it over her clit and through her wetness to get myself ready for her. I’m bigger than average and the last thing I want is to hurt her. On the last round, I slide inside slowly, just the start of things to tease her.
She cries out, muttering how big I am and how full she feels. I begin to move then, letting her have a couple of inches at first, and then a few more. I fuck her slowly and carefully, gently pressing her thighs apart as I tell her how fucking beautiful she is.
“You’re doing so well. Taking my cock like such a good girl, Charlotte. Feelsso fucking good.”
“More,” she asks, and I follow her lead, giving her more on the next stroke and all of me on the one after that. When I’m all the way in she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath as I lean to kiss her throat. “Oh fuck. My neck… like that. Makes me so fucking wet when I feel your mouth on my throat like that.”
I love her for being so vocal like this, telling me what she likes and what she wants. She was so quiet earlier with him. Having this different side of her now makes me feel like a fucking god. Like I get a special version of her that’s only mine.
“Yeah? We need you soaking. You’re so fucking tight, I barely fit.”
She smiles. “But it feels so good. Like I’m going to be that good kind of sore tomorrow.”
“Good.” I suck a little hickey on her chest, and she squirms under the sensation.
