Deviant King (Royal Elite 1)

I’m a victim of him and his wicked tongue.

He fucks me with it like he’s worshipping me and punishing me at the same time. His pace is relentless, unapologetic, and so out of freaking control.

There’s nothing predictable about what he’ll do next or how far he’ll go.

I can’t help falling into his well-crafted web like a dumb fly.

I can’t resist it.

I can’t resist him.

His thumb and forefinger flick my clit and all the building comes crashing down. I fall apart with a wordless scream. The fierce sensation is like being wrenched into a storm.

I ride the hurricane, not wanting to find a landing.

When I do come down, I expect to find Aiden staring at me with a smug gleam.

He’s not.

He continues eating me out. His tongue licks up and down my wetness without as much as a pause. My skin is sensitive and every lap of his mouth springs both pleasure and pain.

“Stop…”

I grip a handful of his jet black hair and try to push at him, but he thrusts his tongue in and out of me. This time, he adds a finger. I writhe against the bed, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Please…” I’m pushing and pulling him at the same time. The assault of endless sensations kills me slowly like death by a thousand cuts.

“This time, scream.” He rasps, eyes hazy with lust before he pounds both his finger and his tongue inside me.

Another shattering orgasm sweeps over me. My scream cracks into a sob. I’m a crying, screaming mess. My voice turns hoarse. My nipples throb in pain both from his earlier assault and the over-stimulation of my sex. My head is dizzy and I can barely open my eyes.

Aiden isn’t stopping.

“Please, please, please…” I’m crying and gripping his shoulder. “No more, I beg you.”

I expect him to brush me off and hit me with another orgasm.

Aiden’s head glances from between my thighs and he does a slow show of licking his moist lips.

No. He’s not licking his lips. He’s licking me off his lips.

Why is that so hot?

Aiden crawls atop me and kisses me with abandon and animalistic need. He grabs my face and plunges his tongue against mine. My sensitive core pulses at tasting myself on him.

“Do you like your taste?” he whispers against my lips. “I sure as fuck do.”

My cheeks flame.

“Let me see if you’ll still taste the same after one more orgasm.”

I grip his bicep. “Don’t. Please.”

I don’t think I can take any other stimulation.

He swipes his tongue along my bottom lip. “What will I get in return?”

“My appreciation?” I give a weak smile.