Their Reign (The Rite Trilogy 3)

I smile and try to nod, but his grip is so tight that I can’t.

“Christ, woman. I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”

He’s already fucking my mouth even as he complains about it. And God, I love him like this. There’s something so primal about being needed this way. I never want him not to need me this way. So I give myself over to it. Taking his cock as deep as I can, sucking and tasting him while my nails bite into the back of his muscular thighs.

We get lost in the rhythm, and I know when tension starts to ripple through his muscles, he’s going to come. He tries to stop, presumably because he wants to fuck me, but I don’t let him. I keep going until he’s past the breaking point, hollowing my mouth around him as he starts to jerk, spilling his come between my lips.

I swallow what he has to give me, and when I’m done with that, I lick my lips and look up at him with a satisfactory grin.

“Jesus.” He strokes my face beneath his fingers, his eyes on fire. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, little monster. You’re perfect in every way.”

His words soak into my skin, warming me from the inside out. And then he has me on my back, his hands gliding beneath my skirt and dragging the material with it. When his head disappears beneath it, and he spreads me apart, I lay my head back with a contented sigh.

And then I count my blessings as he gives me the first of many orgasms for the night.