Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

I dropped to the floor as he asked while he positioned himself on the edge of the bed.

I didn’t wait for more instructions. I wanted the same thing. I reached for the band on his boxer briefs and slid his hard erection free. It was glorious and rock solid as it waited for me. I pushed the briefs off his legs.

He smiled. “So fucking amazing. I didn’t even have to say anything.”

I moved closer to the bed, licking my lips to prepare. How in the hell was all of that going to fit in my mouth? I didn’t know but I was willing to try.

I started with a slow lick from the base to the top, savoring the salty bead of dew on the tip. But Pierce was fired up. I saw the vein pulse on the side of his shaft as my tongue moved up and down.

He groaned in agony. “Fuck, Sierra.”

His hands pressed the back of my head over his cock and I inhaled it to the back of my throat in one smooth movement. I was impressed I could accommodate him on my first try, but maybe it was because this was meant to be. This night together was about all the right moves. All the right steps. All the pleasure we were meant to give each other.

“God, I’ve wanted to fuck your pretty mouth.” He slammed inside me, hitting the back of my throat.

I groaned with pleasure, reveling in the slick softness of his skin. I could taste the saltiness in my mouth. He was hard and wet. He thrust once more. And then again. I reached for a slight tug on his balls when he murmured something husky between his teeth.

With another thrust I knew he was at the edge. Just one more and he’d come in my mouth. I sucked against him, letting the tip rub over my lips. He yanked the back of my hair until I was standing.

“Fuck, I almost came. I’m hard as shit. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.”

I wanted to say the same thing. I wanted him inside me again. I wanted to make him come.

Pierce quickly grabbed a stack of pillows and piled them on the bed, laying my hips over top so my ass was perched in the air.

“Ever had your clit sucked like this?”

Before I could answer him, his hands spread my thighs and I moaned when I felt the heat of his tongue run between my slick folds and circle my clit.

It flicked back and forth as my hips kicked up in the air, begging for more. I wanted to be fucked just like this. My hands clutched at the sheets, desperate to hold on to something while he spiraled fire sensations through my most sensitive areas. He pulled my folds wide, bracing my thighs with his knees. Shit, it was intense. And then I felt the plunge of his tongue inside me.

“Ohh,” I whimpered. “Ohh, God.” His tongue lapped again before diving back into my entrance.

There was nothing I could do to obey his rules. It was the perfect storm. My ass in the air. My legs spread. My stomach on a pile of pillows. And the hottest guy in the village with his tongue inside me. The orgasm launched from my core before I could push it back down.

I screamed and shook as Pierce pumped his tongue in and out, licking and sucking harder, pulling my ass higher in the air while his fingers strummed my clit. He knew exactly what he was doing. He sucked with hunger.

I’d never felt as if I’d levitated during an orgasm before, but I finally could say I knew what that felt like.

“Don’t move,” he commanded as he placed my hips down to the bed again.

I heard the foil rip and then I felt the one thing I had been waiting for all night. His hard cock nudged between my legs.

His palm rested on the lower part of my back and he made a circular motion. With each sweep of his hand he pushed inside me a little more, before pulling back out. There was another circle of his palm and my hips lifted, wanting him to slam into me, but he kept the head of his cock barely inside, stretching my entrance with intense pressure.

“Please, Pierce,” I begged.

This time I felt his hips rotate, as his cock rubbed in a torturous circle.

“What baby?” he asked.

“Fuck me.”

“Did you come when I said you could?”

I whimpered. “No. It was too intense.” My voice was raspy with want.

“And this time?”