Page 137 of Tall, Royal and Grumpy

My tongue started moving again. Dragging between her pussy lips, exchanging full, lazy licks for her whimpered noises. But lazy wasn’t what I was interested in tonight. I wanted hard and nasty and demanding and merciless. And I caught her off guard as I fucking gave it to her.

“Fu—ck,” Esmeralda squeaked, trying to rip my hair out. The painful sensation had me groaning into her. “It’s too much!”

Good, I wanted to say, but I whipped my tongue faster in reply instead and tortured her with pulsing suction. Despite her pleading and sobbing, my lusty Babble started rocking her hips, riding the punishment my mouth offered her with a more, more, more kind of neediness.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped soon enough. “I want to come. Please, please Sir, say I can come. Let me come. I’m begging you. Please, please, please.”

I didn’t give her permission. I didn’t say anything. I kept working my mouth until her pussy started fluttering against my lips and her begging grew louder and desperate and weeping, and—

“Don’t you dare fucking come,” I snarled, gripping her by the arse and lifting her off me.

“No,” she shrieked, rocking her hips for the orgasm I denied her. “No, please. Let me come.”

“No, Babble. You didn’t listen to me. You made me repeat myself when I told you to sit on my face. So, I won’t give you permission to come until you’ve earned it like a good fucking slut.”

“Please,” she whimpered.

Excitement grazed down my spine. “Turn around.” She wobbled, but this time she didn’t hesitate to obey, carefully moving around so her reddened arse faced me. “That’s it. Now suck on my dick, Babble. Show me how well you can earn your orgasm.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, locking her fist around the base of my dick and making me hiss.

My Babble did so well, eagerly easing me into her perfect, snug mouth. My hips jerked as I hit the back of her throat, and I released a feral growl, gripping her thighs with white-knuckled fingers. She fucking moaned around me, dragging her mouth up and down and faster. Gagging, sucking, and dribbling. Choking me of my consciousness to the point canaries flew circles above my head.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” My hips hiked up to meet her swallow. “That’s it, Esmeralda. Such a good fucking whore. Earning your orgasm with that perfect, pretty mouth.”

She purred and the vibrations shot through me and chattered in my teeth. Then she slipped me out of her mouth with a pop, but her hand stayed there as a tight fist pumping in the same fast rhythm of her mouth. “I love your dick so much,” she slurred, lapping at one side of the crown.

I chuckled breathlessly. “I know, Babble. I can tell.” Sliding my hands to her arse, I gripped and spread them, exposing the secret mess trickling onto my chest. “You’re fucking dripping all over me.” I licked from her clit all the way up to the puckered bud between her arse cheeks, causing her to twitch and whine. Shit, her taste. I snarled hungrily, needing nothing more than to have her back on my mouth. “Come here. Bring that beautiful cunt back here. Now.”

So eager, she didn’t even bother turning around. Just scrambled back and sat her clit on my ready mouth with no concern for suffocating me this time and within minutes, I had her there again.

“Can I come—may I come? May I please come?” she chanted through her teeth as she rocked jaggedly on my tongue. But I rolled around her clit and stole it away back into my mouth.

She screamed her frustration before I could get a word out, clawing at my thighs like an angry little kitten. I hissed a chuckle, but my ball tightened as the sound played in my ears on repeat. I honestly could have come just listening to her cry.

“So impatient,” I teased, tracing my hands up her sides. “Screaming before I have even said anything.” She whimpered, wiggling her arse back wantonly, and a lustful sound tore from my mouth. “Oh, you greedy fucking brat, Esmeralda.” She shivered. “Fine. Come for me.”

As my fingers found her hard nipples to pinch and roll, I set my mouth back on her clit and worked her, wound her, wrapped her up in pleasure. And when she ripped free and screamed, her whole body shaking above me, I held her down on my mouth and lapped up every drop of it.

I unlatched my lips as she sagged forward. Not to let her rest, but to manoeuvre her legs so I could flip her onto her back. She landed as a breathless sprawl of liquid limbs, and I swiftly scrambled over her. Moving her further up towards the foot of the bed, I lowered myself.

“Kai,” she gasped, belatedly reacting to what I was doing.

But I had already caught both of her wrists and pinned them to the silk duvet on either side of her hips, her thighs forced open by the width of my shoulders. She couldn’t stop me from dragging my tongue, heavy and slow, over her pussy. Taunting and poking and terrorizing the ghost of her climax.

“Kai,” she shrieked, her spine shooting up from the bed so roughly, I nearly lost grip of her. So, I clenched her wrists tighter, pressed my mouth down heavier, and devoured her as I rubbed my aching dick into the duvet for some pre-fucking relief.

“Kai. Kai. Sir, please!” She was thrashing so much, I didn’t even have to move my tongue to torture her. “It’s too much—I can’t. I can’t.”

“It’s too much, Babble?” I echoed between a lick, watching her lift her scrunched up face to look down at me. “Is it sensitive?” Suck. “Does it hurt?” She nodded furiously. Lick. “Does it only hurt?” She didn’t seem to know if she wanted to nod or shake her head. She did a bit of both, and a smirk spread across my lips. “You like it, don’t you?”

Before she could respond, I captured her clit and sucked until my cheeks hollowed. She silently screamed up at the ceiling, one heel of her foot digging between my shoulder blades. As I chuckled, I kissed over her, then swapped kiss for lick, lick for suck, and suck. And suck. And lick. And suck.

“Kai,” she choked out with a jolt as I blew against her sopping cunt.

“Do you like having your sensitive clit tortured, Babble?” I panted. “Do you like that I’m holding you down so you can’t escape it? Do you like that I’m doing what I want to you? Like you wanted?”

She hesitated, then whimpered defeatedly. “Yes. I like it. I love it, Sir.”

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