Page 74 of Princess of Pride
A desperate need to be filled consumes me. He grips my hips on one side, the other still binding my hands, and pulls me to him while rubbing against my hot core.
A moan slips free, and my head falls forward.
“Christ, Emery. Look what you do to me.” He spins me around to face him. I’m so turned on and lost I don’t try to resist. He undoes his pants and pulls out his engorged cock. “Suck on it. I want to see those perfect lips wrapped around my dick.”
I lick my lips, curious about how this goes and wanting him even if I don’t want to admit it. I lower to my knees on the soft mat and take his cock in my hand. Without any other thought, I draw him into my mouth and suck when he eases out his dick. I almost gag when he thrusts back in, but I don’t let it stop me. He pulls out and moves back in. My cheeks hollow with the force I have on his hard length. My eyes burn from nearly gagging, and still, I don’t stop. I want this experience. I want the sensations, the distraction. Feeling like this is better than feeling anything else right now.
“That’s it.” He says something in Gaelic.” It sounds likemo vuh-nah-freen-shuh. “Suck me deep.”
The Celtic words sound exotic, compared to his formal British accent. I suck him harder, surprised at how turned on I am. I kind of love this. I’m the one in control for once. Not him.
“Oh god, Emery,” he calls my name and comes in my mouth. Warm liquid spurts down my throat. I swallow it. Lachlan’s cum. I’m swallowing his cum. His dick is still in my mouth. What is happening?
18
MY WICKED GIRL PACKAGED AS A DAISY
Lachlan pulls out and wipes his thumb across my chin. His heavy-lidded eyes are soft and content. “Was it your first time doing that?”
I press my lips together, embarrassed. Was it obvious? Bad?
My thought must be written on my face because he hoists me up and sets me on the counter. “I knew those lips would impress me. You earned a reward.” He slides his hands up my thighs. “Lean back,mo bhana-phrionnsa,” he repeats that word—saying?—in the same tender voice.
“What does that mean?” I recline against the mirror. “Another cat’s name?”
He smirks, a real one this time, not the hint of one like always, and hooks his hands under my knees.
Reeling from what we did, I don’t resist him.
“Look at you not bothering to cover up. I like that.” His gaze sweeps over my body. My robe is open completely with only my lower arms covered.
“I thought you liked when I play coy?” I taunt. I could stop this at any time, but I’m curious and still horny.
“I like when youplayperiod. Now show me that tight pussy.”
“Only if you show me your tattoos.”
His smirk pulls higher. “You like them?”
“I like all men’s bare chests. They turn me on. Tattoos are a bonus.”
His nostrils flare. “There she is—my wicked girl packaged as a daisy. I’m going to enjoy deflowering you.”
“I didn’t agree to sex,” I blurt and stiffen.
“You didn’t agree to sucking me off either, but you did.” He lifts my knees so my feet are on the edge of the counter, and I’m spread eagle. “That’s a good girl.”
“Wait.” I close my legs, trying to conceal my most private area from him.
“And we’re back to being coy. Be a good girl and open up for me.” He tries to pry my knees apart, but I resist.
“I changed my mind. I think we’re done here.”
His eyes brighten with excitement.
“I’m serious, Lachlan. I’m done.” I cover myself with the robe and push back.
He watches me for a moment, debating whether I’m serious or not. “We’ll see how long that lasts. My guess is by the end of dinner you’ll want the orgasm you just passed on, and I’m the only one who can give it to you.”
