Page 62 of Bossy Wicked Prince
She comes apart on my mouth and it’s fucking sublime. I lap at her as she reaches her peak with a cry, then as her thighs tremble around my face, but I keep going, keep fucking her with my fingers, keep eating her alive, determined not to waste any bit of pleasure I can give her until she’s thrashing against the desk.
“Oh god. Nate.Nate!”
Her pretty eyes roll back and her face pinches and I know she’s growing almost too sensitive for me to keep pushing her for more.
Only an instant before I start to slow down, she gasps, “Red!” and I withdraw my fingers slowly, but continue a soft, slow circle of her clit with my thumb as she comes down, her body starting to relax into the small tremors still making her breath hitch.
Leaning over my desk, I drop a kiss to her mound and then crawl over her to press another to her mouth. Our tongues tangle as she tastes herself on me. She matches me, wrapping her armsaround my neck and kissing me greedily. We’re a mess of want and hunger, ready to devour each other.
I want to fuck her so badly, but I know she isn’t ready for it. Not now. Not after I pushed her to the limits of her pleasure.
“Good girl,” I rasp finally. “You came so beautifully for me.”
Her lips curve into a satisfied smile. Fuck, I need a minute just to take her in.
“Don’t move, Kitten. I want to look at you.”
She sighs, looking up at me through half-lidded eyes as I step back. My eyes move over her loose golden curls, her breasts rising and falling with her deep, even breaths. Her face, chest, and pussy are all flushed and sated by my mouth and fingers.
“Fuck…” I grab my untouched whiskey glass off the desk and move back to the sofa at the edge of the room. Reclining back, I admire the view of Cat’s body, relaxed and undone thanks to me. She looks like a goddamn piece of art, like a modern Aphrodite come to life.
She raises her head to look at me, letting me know that she’s still alert—still thinking. She needs more.
Her eyes drop the bulge in my pants and she bites her lip.
Okay, Kitten. If that’s what you need.
I sip my whiskey as she waits for instruction.
Then I put the glass down and lean over my knees, pointing at the floor just in front of where I sit. “Crawl to me, Kitten.”
Her eyes widen, but she slips from the desk and gets on her knees.
“Good. That’s it.”
She crawls to me slowly, swaying her hips. Her body moves sinuously, like the Cat she’s named for. She’s putting on a show for me, and I bought out every ticket in the house.
Her eyes are on my face, and she darts her tongue out to lick her lips. Fuck, she wants this just as much as I do.
She stops between my open legs, and I cup her face in my hand.
“Such a good listener, Kitten.”
She leans into my hand, flushed and obviously pleased as I run my thumb over her lower lip and she opens for me. I groan as I slip it against her tongue.
“I think seeing these lips around my cock might break me, Kitten.”
She looks wickedly pleased at the thought, and I can’t disappoint her by denying her that.
My kitten inhales sharply as I start undoing my belt. Her eyes follow every motion of my hands with impatience. When I finally pull my cock out, she lets out a gratifying gasp. Her hands reach up automatically, then she stops.
“Can I?” she asks, glancing up at me. “We don’t have a color for you.”
I smirk. “For you Kitten? It’ll always be pink.”
The words have barely escaped my mouth when she ducks her head, licking the pre-cum from the slit on my head. Her tongue feels hot, wet, and heavenly. Fuck, this was worth the wait.
She wraps one hand around the base of my cock and braces the other on my thigh, taking control, making me throw my head back from how much of a turn on it is when my sunshine girl shows her teeth.
