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Without thought, she slid to her knees and kneeled before him. She reached for his falls, unbuttoning his pants, wanting to see him, view what gave her so much pleasure.
"What are you doing?" he asked, stilling her hand.
"I want to see you," she admitted.
"And do what?" He chuckled, ripping open the last of the buttons and freeing himself. His cock jumped free, jutting up against his stomach, and it was her turn to wet her lips.
"Do you even know what can be done?" he asked, stroking his cock with his hand in long, slow strokes.
Reign shook her head, having no idea, but she was starting to wonder if what she was imagining was possible. "No, but I'm certain you will tell me, will you not?"
His eyes darkened further, and his breathing increased. "Some women will take a man into their mouth. Kiss his length, stroke it with their tongue, suckle it to drive the man mad with desire."
Reign's imaginings had been correct, and the thought of doing that to Bellamy, having him in her total control, was an elixir she could not deny herself.
"Will you let me?" She wiggled closer, pushing his hand off his manhood and replacing it with hers. "Let me take you into my mouth, Bellamy. I want to give you as much pleasure as you have afforded me."
He made a deep, gravelly sound that made her blood sing. "I would enjoy that very much, but I will not force you. Only if you truly want to."
Reign nodded, moving closer still. "Oh, I want to," she said.
She leaned down, kissing the purple head of his manhood. It jumped against her lips, and she smiled before licking the small droplet of pearl-colored liquid that pooled on its tip.
Salty but not unpleasant.
"Oh, dear God," Bellamy groaned, clasping the squabs, his knuckles white. Was what she was about to do so powerful that it would leave him so distracted?
A heady thought indeed.
Without wasting another moment, she took the head of his penis into her mouth, suckling it.
"Reign," he moaned, his hand coming about her neck, his fingers spiking into her hair and sending a multitude of pins to the carriage floor.
She suckled harder, moving to take him farther into her mouth before she fell into a rhythm that suited them both. His manhood grew, stiffened into her mouth, and she teased him, laved, and blew on his member before stroking it with her hand.
Her ministrations seemed favorable. Bellamy lay his head against the squabs, his eyes closed, his breathing uneven and quick.
"I love pleasing you." Reign increased her pace, taking him deeper still, working him with her mouth and her hand, wanting to make him come undone as he had made her in his lap with his hand.
The idea that what he had done with his hand could also be done with his mouth made dampness pool between her legs, and she squeezed them together, wanting him, even now when she was determined to make him unravel in her mouth.
"Reign," he moaned, pumping into her mouth. "I'm close."
"Mmmm," she murmured, not stopping her assault.
"Ah fuck," he swore, as hot, gushing liquid spilled into her mouth. Whatever Reign was expecting, it was not what happened, but even so, she was delighted to have made him unravel in her arms just as she had hoped.
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"My turn," he all but growled, scooping Reign off her knees to place her on the squabs before him. This time it was his privilege to make her come, to find pleasure.
On his mouth.
He shuffled up her dress, pooling it at her waist. He wrenched her to the side of the seat, giving him what he needed to bring her pleasure, to drink in and savor every delicious thing about his wife-to-be.
She watched him, a wicked, curious light in her eyes, and he pushed her legs wider, hoisting them atop his shoulders so he could revel in her taste.
"You are unscrupulous, Bellamy," she breathed, biting her lip. Her hand slid through his hair, pushing it off his face, and he threw her a look that promised retribution for the utter pleasure she had wrought upon him.
