He chuckles, and it’s as mean as his grip on my neck. And my pussy quivers, spilling moisture onto my panties, making a mess.
“No one sees you coming though. No one guesses that underneath your ice-bitch demeanor, ol’-lady suits, and many degrees, there’s a killer as brutal, as depraved and heartless, as me.”
Warmth at his praise sweeps over my skin, sinking lower into tendon and bone. Pride balloons behind my rib cage, and I feelseen.
Except for…
“I don’t wear old-lady suits.”
The cruel slant of his mouth deepens. His hold on my neck tightens.
And my pussy volunteers herself as tribute.
“They’re cover, just like everything else about you is, so no one guesses the real you.” He lowers his head so his mouth barely brushes against mine in a dick tease. I taste the bourbon he must’ve drunk either before arriving here or on the way to the guest room. My head swims, intoxicated by him even as my belly spasms in hunger for a sip. “You’ve been bad, ma. What have you been up to tonight?” he damn near purrs. “And before you think to lie to me”—he squeezes my throat—“I’m like God. I already know the answer to the question I’m asking.”
He knows.
He knows.
I hike my chin up as far as his hand allows.
“What have I been up to besides moving into your house when we agreed I wouldn’t have to for another month?” I arch an eyebrow and lean my head forward until our lips play patty-cake. “Moving.”
Admit muthafucking nothing.
He slowly dips his head in a mocking nod.
“Is that what we’re doing?” His lips stretch into the first genuine smile I’ve ever witnessed on his face. And both dread and excitement carve out a bottomless hole in my belly. And when he opens that beautiful, corrupt mouth over mine, gliding his wicked tongue over my bottom lip before sucking on it so hard my pussy twinges in sympathetic pain, lust and aninstantiable, shameful need rushes in. A whimper escapes me, and before another wave of embarrassment can wash over me, his lewd groan nearly drowns the sound out. “Good. I was hoping you’d go there. ’Cause I for damn sure didn’t want to go easy on you.”
He thrusts his tongue between my lips, taking immediate control of my mouth, of this kiss. It’s wet, nasty, wild. And I adore every teasing suck, every long, luxurious lick. He just took my virginity twenty-four hours earlier, but already he’s made me crave him. He’s branded himself on my senses, my skin, my damn bones. Definitely my pussy.
I’m sure there are reasons I should say, “Hold on. This is too fast and will only complicate things between us.” Reasons like our convoluted past, the extortion masking as an engagement. And those are just a few very good, very valid reasons. But as he sucks on my bottom lip, then my chin, scraping his teeth over my jaw, nothing matters except him not stopping. Except this searing, addictive pleasure that will chain me to him tighter than any contract.
Goddamn.
Who would’ve ever suspected Asad Prince could kiss like he was in love? Like he created it and sex in the first seven days of earth’s molding.
With a deep moan, I surrender to him. Don’t protest when he slightly bends, picks me up like I’m a size four instead of a fourteen on a good, pre-period day, and carries me to his bed. Asad stokes my arousal, my passion, with a humiliating ease.
And as he lays me down on the mattress, I shamelessly spread my thighs wider, wrap my legs around his waist, inviting him to press his weight on top of me. Smother me with it. He accepts that silent invite and covers me, one hand planted near my ear and the other circling my neck, squeezing until I whimper from the constriction that should be frightening but instead sends a bolt of electricity, of excitement, straight to my clit.
Boldly, lewdly, I rub my pussy up and down the thick, wide length of his dick. Digging my nails into his back, I arch into the decadent caress, breath catching at the electric friction againstmy clit. Pleasure spirals out from every limb, every cell, and I twist under him, hungry, restless.
“Come on, ma. Wet my pussy up. Get her good and messy so I have something to clean up.”
Gotdamn, hismouth. It’s a sensory-overload switch, and blinking up into his molten-hot eyes and lust-roughened face, I press my head against the mattress and bow until my back no longer touches the bed, rolling my hips, grunting at the bump of his dick and glide of his thick length over pajama-covered pussy and clit.
Oh my God, I pant. I need a PowerPoint and three-page, double-spaced essay on why this is so fuckinggood.
Asad pushes off me, taking his beautiful, blessed dick with him. I mewl an objection, but when he scoots backward to jerk my pajamas and panties down my legs, then pulls my top over my head, I quickly shut up. This is only my second time completely bare with another person, and vestiges of modesty creep in, and my hands move of their own volition toward my breasts and pussy.
“Don’t make me tie you up, baby girl,” he warns, lightly popping my hands and shoving them away. “Give me a reason. Shit, I might do it anyway.” He leans down and without any warning sucks my nipple into the hot depths of his mouth, his tongue mercilessly lashing the tip.
“Fuck, that’s pretty,” he whispers, his gaze flicking upward to my face before returning to study his handiwork. Cupping my other breast, he gives it the same treatment, working it over while his thumb rubs and circles my damp flesh. When he lifts his head again, pride and lust stamps his features, curls his mouth with a brutal carnality. “Yeah, so fucking pretty. Never doubt how beautiful you are, baby girl. No one compares to you like this.”
My pussy and heart clench at his growled words. I lift an arm, skimming and, after a brief hesitation, cupping his face, sweeping my thumb over his cheekbone. Under his gaze, I don’t doubt his praise, just crave more of it along with his special brand ofpleasure. Turning his head, he presses his sensual lips to my palm, then sinks his teeth into the heel, causing my belly to go concave.
“You gon’ let me eat, Ember?” He doesn’t wait for me to answer but shimmies down my body, trailing kisses over my belly, hip, and finally my inner thigh. “I’m so hungry. I can still taste you from last night.” He tongues the sensitive skin just above my mound, and I wiggle, widening my thighs, needing a hotter, dirtier touch. “Oh yeah, ma. I’m taking that as a yes. Open wider.” I spread my legs more. “Wider.” I open them until I can feel the strain in my muscles. “So good, baby girl. I’m not leaving here until I’m full.”