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“Let me think about it.”
“Think about it?” He groans. “I thought you wanted it.”
I tap a finger against my lips. “Wait, you’re right, I do want to taste you again. I loved it the first time. I loved making you come.”
“Hot damn. Keep talking dirty to me, pretty girl. I might come without you even touching me.”
“No,” I whisper, “you don’t come unless I say so.”
“A monster,” he growls. “I’ve created a lovely monster. Use me, Princess. Do what you wish with me. I’ll be your toyboy.”
“Though not really toy-sized,” I mutter, eyeing again that monstrous cock and knot. “It looks larger than last time.”
“That’s because I’ve been hard for an eternity,” he grouses.
“A little dramatic, are we?”
“It feels even longer.” He shifts on the bed. “I’ve barely been able to piss or sit. Barely been able to think about anything else except fucking you. How is that for dramatic?”
“It will do,” I say smugly.
“You’re the sexiest, hottest woman in existence. In history. In…” He grunts when I touch his cock. “Hells…”
Without a warning, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and suck. He cries out, hips lifting clean off the mattress, jackknifing into my mouth. I suck harder, bobbing my head, and wrap my hand around the base, where his knot swells.
“Hot damn!” He squirms and writhes. My eyes feast on that powerful, muscular body turning this way and that, as if he can’t take so much pleasure. “Princess!”
I hum in reply, and he yells again, his cock twitching in my mouth. It’s heady, seeing how much I arouse him, how defenseless he is when I touch him. How vulnerable.
How hot.
How delicious. I wish someone had told me I’d be hungry for a man’s cock, that I’d delight in sucking him off, wrenching such desperate sounds from his throat. That I’d love to gag on his erection, fondle his balls, feel his knot.
Though I’m pretty sure it’s not just any man’s cock I want. It’s Valen’s. He’s my first and my last. My body craves his, the same way my soul seeks his soul. I love his mind. I love his heart. I love his flaws and strengths, his desires and frustrations.
And his body…
“Princess,” he growls. “Fuck, I thought I could take this, but I’m about to come all over your face. Fair warning.”
“You won’t,” I whisper, pulling back a bit, “because I want to swallow.”
“Oh, fuck me…”
“Would that be to your liking?” I wink at him. “My lord?”
“Stop torturing me, Sweets, just…” He hisses when I take more of his cock into my mouth, gagging when the head hits the back of my throat. “Shit. Gods below and above. Ah yeah…”
I wish someone had told me I’d get so wet from giving head to my mate, that my pussy would clench and weep with arousal as I swallow him down as far as I can go, using my hand to trace his balls in their sac, full and heavy.
He bucks when I slide my fingers around his massive knot, stroking it, then bucks harder, his cock twitching and jerking in my mouth.
“Fuuuuck…” He comes against my tongue, a jet of hot cum, salty and bitter. I take him even deeper, and I choke a little, but I keep swallowing. “Oh fuck, you’re killing me, you’re saving me, you’re…” Another shot of hot cum hits my throat. “Princess…”
Slowly releasing his cock from my lips, I cough and wipe a hand over my mouth. “I think you liked this.”
“What gave it away?” His laugh is low and relaxed, and when he snaps the bonds and opens his arms for me, I nestle against him, smiling.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
