Page 158 of Spark of Sorcery
She leans down and kisses my mouth, combing her fingers through my hair. I reach up to unhook her skirt and slide down her panties.
I won’t lie. There’s something fucking erotic about sitting here fully clothed while she stands in front of me, completely naked. So often, I’ve felt out of control in her presence. Feelings I’ve never experienced before crashing around my body, dreams I’ve never wanted before swimming in my mind, desires I can’t resist tempting me beyond belief. Tonight, I’m in control. I know what I want and I’m going to take it.
She pushes her tongue deeper into my mouth and I suck on it as my hands slip between her thighs, sticky with her arousal and Dray’s come. Because he fucked her without protection, got to feel inside her with no barrier.
I want that too.
I glide two fingers inside her. He’s already worked her loose and I reach all the way up, three-knuckles deep, brushing against the spot that has her legs shaking. I work at it until she’s tugging at my hair, and moaning right into my mouth.
“Beaufort,” she murmurs against my lips and I have never heard anything so beautiful before. Like the sweetest of melodies. Haunting and precious.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” I whisper back. “I got you. I always got you.”
I take ahold of her hip and thrust my fingers in and out of her, hitting that spot each time; the sound wet. Her pussy walls flutter around my fingers and she grips onto me.
“Come on, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Come on.”
She whimpers, her eyelids flutter shut and her pussy clenches tight around my fingers, and then she comes, those pussy walls sucking at me hungrily.
“Shit,” Dray says from the floor. “You’re so hot, little Kitten.”
I break away from our kiss, and sweep back the loose strands of hair from her face.
“That’s it, pretty mate. You’re doing so well.”
“You’re not doing so badly yourself,” she says with a satisfied smile.
“You know how I could be doing even better?”
“How?”
“If you climbed into my lap and rode me like you rode him.” I jerk my chin in Dray’s direction and squeeze her ass. “Think your pretty pussy could take being fucked like that again so soon after the last time?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Are you serious? The kitten can multiple-orgasm like she’s magic or something.” Dray chuckles. “She was made for multiple fuckings and multiple mates.”
I place my hands back on the arms of the chair.
“Okay then, sweetheart.”
I smile at her wickedly and she understands.
First, she unbuttons my shirt, sliding her hot hands over the contours on my chest followed by her nails. The scrape on my skin has me groaning. She grins and trails a finger all the way down the center of my chest, over my stomach and down to the waist of my pants. The sensation makes me shiver.
She yanks at my belt, biting at her lip as she does, and threads down the zipper, then reaches inside my briefs to curl her fist around my cock.
“Like that?” I ask.
“Uh huh,” she murmurs.
“Then come ride it, sweetheart.”
“We’ve talked about this, Beaufort,” she says, with a wicked smile that reminds me of my bond brother. “You need to ask nicely.”
“Little thrall,” I say with a grunt, thrusting my cock up into her fist, “please come sit on my lap, sink onto my damn cock and ride me like you rode him.”
My cock still in her grip, she places one knee on the far side of my thigh and then the other knee on the opposite side. She hovers above me like a siren, the smell of her skin divine. I lean closer and suck her nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the stiff point before nipping at it.
