Queen of Lies (Empire of Lies 2)

I oblige and he clasps my ankles—carefully lifting them up and placing my legs over his shoulders. I grab onto the edge of the claw-footed tub, and he slowly pulls me closer—teasing me with long kisses against my skin. Long, sensual kisses that move closer and closer to my slit.

He pulls away from me as I try to move his head a bit closer, leaving me straddling between the edge between desperate need and bubbling obsession.

He places one final long kiss against my inner thigh, a kiss that leaves me grabbing his hair for balance—and then he buries his head against my pussy.

As he devours me, my body aches in pleasure with every skilled swipe of his tongue, every soft squeeze of my ass.

I haven’t felt him inside of me for weeks, and I’m regretting all of the wasted seconds. All of the missed touches and orgasms.

Damn…

Briefly pulling his mouth away from my soaking wet slit, he slips one of his thick fingers deep inside of me.

My body feels immediately lost without the warmth of his mouth, and I look into his eyes, as he leans back—searching for a reason.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve seen or heard you come for me,” he says, slipping a second finger inside of me. “Want to make sure I take in every fucking moment.” Without another word, he presses his mouth against me again, punishing me with an unrelenting rhythm that sends thousands of tremors running up and down my spine.

I shut my eyes as my clit throbs in utter pleasure, as he groans loudly against me. I grab onto his hair as he changes his perfect sensual and slow rhythm, to one that’s starving and primal.

Surrendering all control, I get lost in his dominating ways, the way he can make my body bend to his will, like no other man can.

I use my legs to hold onto him a little harder. I try to hold back and enjoy his mouth on me for a few more minutes, but his tongue sends me over the edge and I begin to collapse.

“Michael…Michael…” I try to get him to give me a little control, but he never stops his rhythm. And it’s useless for me to fight his power, as orgasmic tremors start wracking their way through my entire body.

Screaming his name at the top of my lungs, I come apart in his mouth for what feels like forever. And when I start to come back down, I can still feel him teasing me with his tongue a bit slower, still feel him begging me to accept his apology.

Looking at the sight of him between my legs makes me want to beg him for more, but I show restraint.

When he finishes kissing my clit—shortly after I’ve stopped shaking against him, he moves back and sets my feet onto the tiled floor again. He stares at me—his green eyed gaze heated as he pushes my slip’s shoulder strap back into place. He brushes loose strands of hair off my face and trails his finger against my collarbone.

The look in his eyes tells me that he wants more of me—right now. And if I was sane, I would refuse. I would use what was left of my energy, walk the hell away from him, and return to my room.

I’ve been past insane since the day we met, though.

I stand up and move past him, slowly walking out of the bathroom suite. I feel his eyes watching my every move as I step onto the floor of his bedroom.

Stopping at the edge of his bed, I grab the hem of my slip and slowly pull it over my head.

I look over my shoulder—daring him to follow me, before slipping under the sheets.

Smiling, he stands to his feet and shuts the door for a few seconds. I hear the sink water running and adjust my head onto a pillow.

Moments later, he joins me on the bed—attaching his mouth to mine. He grabs my hands and slowly moves them over my head, pinning my body down with his hips.

I can feel his rock-hard cock against my thigh, and I beg him to give it to me. Whisper that it’s all his, that right now nothing else matters, and I just want to feel him deep inside of me.

He doesn’t hesitate to deliver. Still kissing me, he slides into me all at once—filling me and making me whole. Making me never want to experience a day when he isn’t inside of me.

He stares into my eyes as he makes love to me, hard and deep, more slowly and more sensually than we used to fuck. He runs his hands up my sides as he kisses me softly—whispering words against my lips that I don’t quite comprehend.

All I can interpret is, “I did all this for you…”