Page 195 of Tall, Royal Hater
The eye-rolling pulse between my legs intensified as I stumbled away from him. “Don’t think you can plead your way out of this, Shehryar,” I said, my tone breathy.
His pupils expanded as he latched on to the lie in my voice. He moved closer with the slow, hungry steps of a predator but the whining look of droopy ears too. “Please, my beautiful menace.”
“No.” My hand shook with the need to touch him as I jabbed a finger his way. “Just because I’ve forgiven you doesn’t mean I’m not still mad—”
“Tell me how I can make it better.” His timbre changed—grew deep, rough, suggestive.
My lungs convulsed on a struggled breath as he suddenly seemed too close and big and threatening in all the right ways. I gasped when the heel of my foot caught on the bottom of one table leg as I rounded the softened corner. Shehryar caught me by the arm, keeping me from stumbling even as he eased me back until my arse and palms met the edge of the matte surface.
He let go but kept me crowded in his warmth and citrusy scent. He dipped his face, and no force in the entire universe could have stopped my head from lolling back. I bit my tongue to hold in a raw moan as he dragged his nose up the curve ofmy neck, smelling me, his trimmed beard and wide lips ghosting my skin, teasing me, but never once taking the power out of my hands.
“I’ll do anything.” He kissed the underside of my chin so lightly. “Anything to make you forget why you’re still mad.” Then he kissed lower. “Anything to remind you why we’re so good together.” Over my pulse. “Just give me your permission.” His tongue swiped out, and I couldn’t hold in my moan any longer. He shuddered out a sigh as he did it again. “Tell me what to do.”Kiss. “Command me.”Kiss. “Use me.”Kiss. “I’m begging you, little menace.”
He lifted his face over mine and the flush of delirium smeared across his golden cheeks ripped my stubbornness to shreds, releasing all the want and longing brewing underneath.
“You’re a dickhead,” I breathed out.
Clamping my hand in the back of his hair, I moulded my lips to his and kissed him in a desperate frenzy, demanding and clinging on to him. He didn’t lift his hands from either side of me and simply rolled his tongue to the greedy rhythm of mine with sexy rasping breaths that danced over my clit.
He grunted as I ripped him back with a sharp tug on his hair. “On your knees, now.”
This man did not hesitate even a beat.
Shehryar eased himself down before me with such grace that seemed so odd for a man of his size. I caressed my fingers along one side of his whiskered jaw, and his lashes fluttered.
Fuck, it was impossible to take my starved gaze off him.
“Make me come on your tongue,” I rasped.
Desire exploded impossibly brighter behind his irises. “Yes, ma’am,” he purred.
Pressing a kiss against the soft curve of my belly over my thin jumper, Shehryar gripped either side of my wide-fit trousers and underwear underneath. He tugged at the elastic waistbands, andboth items of clothing stretched over my hips and slid down my thighs. His gaze darted between the inches of my naked body he exposed and my face until the bunched clothing slipped off my feet.
He threw it all aside, and I shamelessly widened my stance and leaned back on my palms, spreading my aching, wet cunt right in front of his face. He swayed towards me with a low groan, but I caught him with a hand in his hair, angling his wild expression up to mine.
“Not so fast, Sheri,” I tutted huskily. “Ask for what you want like a good boy.”
His lashes grew heavier, his flush pinker as he gave a little shudder. Oh, he liked that. A lot. And it turned me on insanely. Fed raw power into my blood and molten liquid through my core.
“May I eat you out, little menace?” he croaked, his hands caressing up the outer curves of my thighs, inciting a vicious throb in my swollen pussy. “Please. Let me suck on your clit and make you come. I need you to ride my tongue. Please…please.”
Shit, I was so close to coming just listening to him plead.
“Good boy,” I crooned, lightly grazing my nails against his scalp. He made a gruff little sound of pleasure that I’d remember for an eternity. “Now make me come, Sheri.”
I dragged his face to my sex, and he immediately scooted closer. Clamping a hand under one of my knees, he lifted my leg up and wide, fitting his shoulders between, and feasted his eyes on my spread sex.
He threw a possessed glance up. And then he was on me.
Mouth open. Tongue flat. Right over my clit with a long, keen drag.
I groaned as bolts of pleasure skipped like stones across water in my belly, and he moaned so roughly the vibration through me made me gasp. My arms shook under me, but I leaned my weightfurther back, spreading wider, rocking my hips into the roll of his tongue.
“Move that tongue, Sheri,” I demanded, fisting his hair tighter. “I don’t wanna drag this out. I want it hard and fast. Messy. Suck on my clit. Show me how quickly you can make me scream.”
His feverish groan trembled through my thighs before he hiked my leg a little higher and doubled down. Sucked. So good. Just the right amount of pressure on my clit to make my back fly into an arch as I cried out. My eyes rolled and muscles quivered all over.
“Fuck, yes…Sheri…”
