Twist of Fate (Kings of Chaos 6)

She grips me through my boxer briefs. “Do I have control?” She strokes down. “Because I think you’re the one calling the shots.”

“You say that even with my cock in your hand?”

“I know that. I like that.”

She peers up at me, and I see the uncertainty in her eyes.

“I like being in control. I will push you, introduce you to new things, but I will never hurt you or go against your wishes. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now take me out and wrap those pretty lips around me.”

She takes me out

and circles my tip with her tongue. “I have to warm up, baby. You’re not small.” She sucks my head in, and I groan. She’s playing with me. I like that resistance. She takes me deeper, and I’m lost in the slick heat and smooth stroke of her hand. I twirl her green locks around my fingers and rock my hips in time with her rhythm.

“You ready for more?” I thrust faster, and she opens her throat. “You’re doing so good, baby.” She hums, and I growl. “Keep that up, and I’ll be filling your mouth with more than my dick.” I ease out. “It’s time we take this to your bedroom.” I twine our fingers and allow her to guide me to her room.

I vaguely take in the photos, dark-colored dressers, and vanity before we’re moving to the bed.

“Lay down.”

Sprawled in the center of the bed, she’s a gift waiting to be opened. “Put your arms above your head, and lift your hips. Your time for touching is over.” She watches me with huge eyes as I remove her thong and dangle it on my finger. “One thing I know about you is you’re willful. I think encouragement is going to be needed to get you to keep your hands to yourself.” Bending over, I taste her lips while I tie her slender wrists together lightly. “You look good tied up and waiting for my next move.”

I spread her legs wide and run my pointer finger down the center of her wet cleft. “You’re dripping for me.” I bring the digit to my mouth and suck her feminine dew into my mouth, moaning as the flavor coats my tongue. “Even sweeter than I thought you’d be. I think I need a drink straight from the source.” I place my hands on her belly as I explore the cleanly shaven lips with the tip of my tongue, teasing the sensitive flesh where thigh meets pelvis before returning to her core. I circle her swollen clit and she bucks. Placing my arms on her thighs, I pin her down to keep her right where I want her.

I push my tongue inside. Her heat nearly scalds me, and her honey intoxicates me. She flexes around me, and I give her what she wants—deep thrusts as far as I can reach. Moans fill the air as she squirms beneath me and clutches the sheets. She’s close, but I don’t want her to come just yet. I pull away and slap her pussy.

“Hold it back.”

“No,” she wails.

“I promise I’ve got something far better than my tongue.”

Quickly stripping out of my boxers, I remove a condom from the pocket of my button down. I stretch the rubber over my dick and circle her walls with my finger as I rub her clit.

“Shayne,” she whimpers.

“You ready for me?”

“Yes.”

I grip my head and ease inside of her one inch at a time. “So damn tight.” She’s like a second skin squeezing me.

“Relax for me, kitten. Let me in.” I stroke her clit as I pull out and push in. Her breath hitches. “Not yet. You can’t come until I’m buried inside of you where I belong.”

She lifts her legs, wrapping them around my back. “I’m so close. Please, Shayne.”

“Almost there.” I bottom out and take a breath to keep myself from spilling before I caress her clit. “Come for me, Xia.”

I give her pussy a light tap. She screams loud enough to wake the dead while she convulses around me. As her body settles, I begin to move, gripping her hips to keep her in place, so I can go deep. She moans when I increase my speed as she adjusts to me. Her back arches and she meets me stroke for stroke.

“Are you going to come for me again, kitten?”

“Yes.”

I shift my angle, and she cries out.