“Oh God,” I whispered as he shoved my knees farther apart and I felt his breath blow across my heat.
“Are you as sweet as I think, Molly?” he asked.
My hands roamed over my body, coasting over my breasts, trying to find gravity somewhere inside myself.
“I-I—” He didn’t let me answer before he slid a finger between my folds. I bucked when he flicked my swollen clit.
“Ohh.” It ached.
“You’re so wet. So ready to have me fuck you, aren’t you?”
I nodded, knowing he couldn’t see me. I rubbed my nipples, my juices flowing.
He spread my entrance, circling my clit with his thumb as his tongue ran a line up and down. The touch sizzled and I automatically tried to press my knees together.
“No, my dirty girl.” His tongue flicked again, probing my folds. “You’re living my fantasy now. Spread your legs. This pussy is mine.”
My knees fell to the side in sudden submission as he thrust his tongue inside me.
“Oh God,” I moaned, gripping his thick black hair.
He sucked and lapped as my hips began to rock with a natural rhythm. It was incredible. I wanted more. I was greedy for it. I bucked wildly into his face.
“Oh you’re going to come so hard, my love,” he growled against my clit, sending delicious vibrations to my core.
My head thrashed as the orgasm started to take shape. I couldn’t hold out as he fucked me with his mouth, tasting and relishing my pussy. I urged him to move faster, grinding my hips shamelessly into his mouth. I fisted my hands at the back of his head as he spread me wider, feasting until the current claimed me.
“Come. Fucking come for me,” he commanded.
And I let go. I let the rush of pleasure consume me.
Damon climbed on to the bed next to me. He lifted me, moving me in the center of the mattress.
His lips found mine in the dark. I clung to him, tasting my own honey on his lips mixed with traces of bourbon. I didn’t care. It was erotic and sexy. I felt the ripples of his strong muscles as my hands slid over his body.
That was the downside of the dark. I couldn’t see how beautifully sculpted he was, but I could feel it.
My hands traveled farther south until I felt the tip of his cock. Holy shit. He was huge. I touched the head of pre-cum, massaging it into his skin. My hand slid over his shaft as he groaned. I wanted to attempt to give him half of what he had just given me. My body still hummed from the orgasm.
“Fuck, love,” he hissed.
I worked his erection, tugging his balls as I moved up and down.
“Wait.” His hands landed on my wrists.
Before I could adjust he moved out of my reach and hopped from the bed. He pulled the drapes to the side. A soft stream of moonlight fell across the bed.
“My fantasy. I want to see your eyes when my cock is buried in your throat.”
My eyes widened as I licked my lips because now I could see it. I saw the bulging shaft between his legs. It wasn’t a standard penis and I didn’t know how that was going to fit in my throat. I’d never considered whether I was equipped for a man like Damon, but I was willing to try. I’d never wanted to rock a blow job so badly.
He straddled me, pressing the smoothness of his cock to my lips. I adjusted to the dimness of the light, and I could see everything now. The lust in his eyes. The danger lurking behind his next glance.
He was strong and confident. I was sure those were requirements to be a king, but the rest of the package was unreal. Muscle met muscle with perfect angles. I traced the lines of his chest with my nails. He groaned, sliding the crown between my lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He stared into my eyes and I opened my mouth to accommodate him, tasting the saltiness of the come on the tip. I closed my eyes reveling in this moment.
The moment when I sucked the king of Galona’s glorious cock. He was at my mercy. He wanted me. He needed me.