Page 65 of His Kidnapped Queen
I glance past us into the house and realize Diego isn’t there when I hear his car engine rev. He’s getting the hell out of here, and if I was smart, that’s what I would do, too.
I look down at her mouth and kiss her again. I never claimed to be a genius.
I groan against her lips, carrying her inside to the bedroom. I deposit her on the floor and she slides down the straps of herdress, revealing those perfect small breasts of hers. I moan in the back of my throat, my hands going to cup them.
When I run my thumbs across the peaks of her nipples, she all but sobs out my name.
“You’re so sensitive. Are you this hot when your boyfriend touches you?”
The words come out of nowhere. I’m shocked they even came out of my mouth, but I guess I want to know. Ineedto know who else has touched her, preferably so I can break all of their fingers.
She shakes her head. “You’re the only one.”
I scoff. “Sure. Bet you say that to all the boys.”
Sophia frowns but she still won’t really answer the question, will she?
“Want you to tell me all about your boyfriend while I get you off,” I murmur close to her ear, covering her body with my own. She’s already unbuttoned half my shirt, so I shrug it off, popping the rest of the buttons.
“No, Luca, just want you,” she whines, and I know it’s a lie, probably everything out of her mouth since we met again has been a lie, but god I want to believe it.
I want to believe she wants me and only me because I can’t get enough of her. I can’t stop thinking about her. She’s occupied my thoughts every second since I first looked into those blue eyes of hers again. Always somewhere in the back of my head.
“Pretty little liar,” I mumble under my breath, and I straighten up.
She spreads her legs wantonly, and when I look down I can see her pussy glistening. She’s wet and ready for me.Justfor me.
“Please,” she pleads, begging now, begging for me, and my cock aches just looking down at her. Her back arches off the bed, and she’s so small compared to me, my hand spanning half her waist.
“Not yet, pixie. Be patient.”
I pop my index and middle finger into my mouth and suck on the digits, looking down at her. Her blue eyes are wide, her pupils blown with lust.
When I’m satisfied they’re wet enough, I remove them and slowly insert them into her pussy, hissing when she’s almost hot enough to burn me. I didn’t need to bother with wetting my fingers—she’s plenty wet, ready, swollen. Good enough to eat.
But I shouldn’t do that. That’s…intimate. Something I don’t always do with the various women I bring home or have flings with, despite it being one of my favorite pastimes.
She trembles under my touch and I pant, my tongue darting out to wet my lips. I put them on her neck instead, pumping two fingers in and out of her. I hook them up when she writhes beneath me. A little squeak comes from the back of her throat, ending in a long moan.
Her walls tighten around my fingers.
“Already close, pixie? You gonna come around my fingers before I even get a chance to be inside you? Greedy girl.”
Sophia gasps and chokes out moans, reaching up to dig her nails into my shoulders. Her nails are well-kept but short, and they sting as they rake down my back. The best sting, one I’ll love feeling in the shower later.
“Close,” she manages. “Close close close.”
I wring the orgasm from her, hissing at how tight she clenches around my fingers, over and over, and as I guide her into her second orgasm, I pull out.
I don’t want her coming around my fingers this time. I want her coming around my cock, again and again, as long as I can hold out.
Her whine turns into a moan as I unbutton my slacks hastily, freeing my erection. She looks at it hungrily, licking her lips. I smirk down at her.
“You look hungry, baby,” I coo. She pouts and sits up, opening her mouth expectantly.
Pleasure shoots down my spine. She’s such a hellion, a thorn in my side, but in bed she’s such a good girl, so obedient.
I can’t help myself from guiding my cock past her lips, telling myself it’s only for a moment, just to feel her mouth. Butfuck, it’s good,she’sgood, hot and wet, no teeth, just the slippery glide of me pushing to the back of her throat.
