Page 192 of My Dark Prince
I gurgled happy noises as he fucked my face, one hand traveling up my cheek and petting my hair as he rained praises and orders down on me.
I could live inside you.
Scream my name around my cock.
So tight, and perfect, and mine.
Be a good girl and make me come.
Tears ran down my cheeks. This tasted like goodbye.
He rubbed the water off my cheek, probably chalking it up to my gag reflex. “I’m coming.”
He moved to pull back, but I grabbed his ass, keeping him inside me. My teeth accidentally scraped the skin of his cock. That was all it took for him to explode inside my mouth. His cum ran down my throat, hot and thick.
I swallowed it all down, sucking every drop I could.
His thumb ran up the base of my throat. “So greedy.”
You have no idea.
After I finished milking him, he collapsed on top of me, groaning into my neck. He was heavy, but in a delicious, all-engulfing way that made me feel safe. And I did feel safe, for as long as we stayed together.
“You’re my safe place,” I breathed into his neck.
He snored loudly in response. Holy crap. He’d fallen asleep right on top of me. That was how much today had fucked him up.
Just before I wiggled my way from under him, I caught his sleepy whisper.
“You’re mine, too.”
Chapter Eighty-Seven
Oliver
“We need to talk.”
At Briar’s words, I groaned, slamming a pillow over my face and willing the sunlight to go back to where it came from. “Can it wait until after the room stops spinning? I don’t like this ride. I want a refund.”
“Speaking of refunds …”
I poked an eye out from beneath the pillow, sparing a glance at Briar, who white-knuckled the ring box. A dent cratered half of it. I wondered when that happened. Come to think of it, how did she find that?
Well, fuck. The room swayed as I forced myself upright, trying to remember what happened after Romeo and Zach carried me back home hammock style. The fuckers had bumped my skull into every wall they could on the way up the stairs.
All I remember after passing out was waking up to Briar’s warm fingertips on my cheek, vomiting all over the hardwood, then her delicious mouth around my cock. And just like that, the man in question sprung to life, saluting me beneath the sheets.
Briar stared at the tent forming around my hips, her mouth parting – hopefully to wrap around it and not “to talk,” because that sounded serious, and I couldn’t handle serious with this hangover.
Her phone danced on the nightstand, interrupting what could’ve been the most splendid morning after a hellish day.
It struck me that I hadn’t even bothered to check on Sebastian after I’d dropped him off in his wing like a kid in a time out.
Briar’s ringtone was theSuccessiontheme song. I was going to marry the fuck out of this woman if it was the last thing I did.
“Let me get this.” She set down the ring box, exchanging it with the phone. “Huh. Unknown number.”
“Don’t answer those,” I warned. “You don’t need your credit card debt lowered. You’re about to marry a billionaire, who is too crazy about you to ask for a prenup.”
