Page 74 of Christmas With The Kings
My patience snapped, and the air between us thickened. “Excuse me?” I growled, my voice low enough to scrape the back of my throat. “I think, you forget who you’re playing with. I think I liked you better with your panties in your fucking bratty, little mouth. At least it was put to better use.”
Her lips parted in shock, and she shifted her weight like she were deciding whether to back down or keep pressing. I decided for her by grabbing her panties and shoving them into her mouth.
I leaned closer, letting the authority settle into my tone. “Suck,” I commanded. She complied with a long and loud moan. Her mouth moved frantically. I yanked her head back and kissed her neck, marking her in the spot the Reaper liked to claim over and over.
When she whimpered, I knew I had her full attention. I pulled back, tugging on her bottom lip with my thumb. She opened her mouth, and I withdrew the panties.
“Now, let me finish my statement, little miss,I just want to be fucked,” I mimicked her voice. “Put thecondomon my bladehandle.”
“Huh?” she squeaked.
“You want tobe fucked or not?”
Swiveling her head, she looked down at the blade innocently stabbed through the jacket. Then her throat worked down a swallow, and her little hand felt around for the little package. My heart rate kicked up several notches as she brought it up to her chest.
She kneeled next to it, her hand shook as she pulled the condom free.
“Kinsley,” I called, and her head snapped up. “Use your mouth.”
Kinsley
Desperation had me complying. Physical exhaustion had sunk in the minute he cut my skin. The relief that came with each of the three cuts released every pent-up emotion the chase had caused.
What the hell was happening right now? While it was thoughtful of him to want to use a condom, he didn’t really expect me to fuck the handle, right?
This was a side of the Blade I’d never seen before.
Did I want to be fucked?
That was the question he’d asked. It rolled around in my head. My blood ran hot and fast, like wildfire beneath my skin, until all that remained was to obey the beast or call out my safeword.
Cool air brushed my bare skin as I shifted my body closer to his magnificent blade. My pussy clenched down, aching to be filled. The answer was loud and clear. This was going down. I brought the condom up to my mouth, placing the tip on my tongue.
Flavored?
The taste of strawberries exploded on my tongue, causing me to drool. I swallowed and lifted my eyes. Ivan’s were so intense as he waited for me to move. His tongue made an appearance, and everything in me screamed ‘put on a show’.
So, I did just that. I let out a little moan and moved the condom further back. Holding it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue, and placed it over the top portion sticking out. I squeezed the air out of the tip. Then with my lips folded under my teeth, I rolled it down the handle as far as I could comfortably.
Did I look sexy?
Probably not, but I was committed. Sensually, I circled the lower portion with my tongue before sliding back up to suck the tip gently. He rocked up on his knees, his cheek twitching in…was that jealousy? I used my fingers to roll the condom down the rest of the length I’d missed.
I rocked back into a kneeling position, straightened my shoulders and back and then flicked my eyes down. I placed my palms on my upper thighs and waited. Seconds ticked by as my heart hammered, each beat echoing in the ache of my core.
A startled yelp erupted as he yanked me to him. His lips claimed mine and kissed me sweetly, too sweetly—for a beast about to unleash on me.
And he was. There was no mistaking the need vibrating through him. He positioned me over the blade. A tremble went through me as his hands wrapped around my hips.
“Spread those legs, down you go,” he commanded.
Compliant as ever, I followed his lead. The handle touched my outer labia first, and self-preservation kicked in, and so did the instinct to fight.
What if it slipped? What if I got cut?
“No, if you want my cock, you will fuck my blade first. You’re more than ready for it. You’re weeping for me.”
The truth behindthatstatement lit up every one of my nerve endings, sparking them to life. Heat spilled across my skin in waves, sharp and all-consuming, dragging a sound of sheer desperation from my throat.
