Page 51 of Crown Jewels
“Wait,” I propped myself up on my elbows. “Where’s everybody going?”
“They’re done.” Vahn answered.
That didn’t make sense. “We just got started.”
“Aww, baby, I’ve been eating your pussy for about forty minutes.”
My brows knit. “Really?”
He nodded. “Yup.”
How did I not realize so much time had passed? Was that normal? And when did Vahn get naked? “Did I pass out?”
God I hoped not. That wouldn’t be very professional.
Vahn dropped down on the bed beside me. “If you did, you were pretty active for someone who was passed out.”
Now I was starting to get mad. “Then why don’t I remember anything, and where are your clothes?”
“They’re somewhere over there.” Vahn waved absently in a random direction. “Wasn’t really paying attention.”
I was so confused.
With a groan, Vahn pushed himself up.
“Come on, let’s go have a shower.” He somehow managed to smack my ass, even though I was sitting on it, then hopped off the bed and added, “unless you want to keep my come on your belly.”
What I didn’t have…
I looked down at the liquid spattered across my belly. Son of a bitch. He jerked off on me didn’t he? That’s it, I was drowning him in the shower.
VAHN
There was nothing cuter than a five foot fuck all woman who was pissed off. They were too small to do anything about it, but they wanted you to know that they were unhappy. So, you got things like dirty looks and grumbled words. Unless said woman was my mother. She chose violence every time.
My father had a scar from a fork she stuck in his hand, and I was pretty sure I had a dent in the back of my head from being slapped as a kid. While my dad may find that adorable, I preferred the silent hatred Emma had been glaring my way since we left.
“I could’ve got home myself.” She huffed and folded her arms over her chest.
“What kind of man would I be if I let you take the bus?” Public transit was done the second she let me taste her. There were too many men on the bus, and I’d be damned if I was going to let a bunch of horny assholes gawk at her.
“You’re a man?” She scoffed. “Sorry, I thought you were an asshole.”
Aww, she really wasn’t good at insults, was she? “Are you mad that I made you come Parakeet, or that I blew my load on you?”
“That stuff was not easy to wash off.”
Ah, so it was the nut busting. “Hey, I would’ve preferred to come inside you, but sex was off the table, and I had to blow my load somewhere.”
“You didn’t have to do it there. I was supposed to do stuff too.”
Was she mad that I didn’t stick my dick in her mouth? I know she thought that was why I agreed to do this. It wasn’t. I wanted to taste her, but hey, who was I to argue. “If you want to suck my dick, feel free to slide over here and get to work.”
“That’s not going to happen.” Emma snorted and turned away, but I still saw the flush of pink flood her cheeks.
She was embarrassed, but not because of what I said. I could tell that by the way her thighs squeezed together. A part of her liked the idea of sucking me off. She would never admit it though. That was okay. Emma wasn’t the first stubborn girl I dealt with, and she was a lot easier to control than most.
All I had to do was put a little authority in my voice when I told her what to do. I think she liked being ordered around. She definitely liked being called good girl. All of which worked for me.
