Twist the Knife (Lost Kings MC #24)

“Don’t deny me.” I lean in and kiss her belly. “I can’t wait to touch, lick, taste, and look at every inch of your body tonight.”

Why am I revealing so much about myself when she still wants me to get her primed to find another dude to fuck?

As happy as she is to see me and all the care she took before I got here, I don’t think her objective has changed. “Any man worth your time…” I quickly clear my throat. “Any man you want to keep, should want to worship your body, Margot. You’re the prize. Don’t forget that.”

I pull her shorts off the rest of the way, bending to untangle them from her feet, and her scent washes over me like a baptism—ocean air and honey.

Sliding my hand up her inner thigh, I reach her center and feather one finger along her slit. She gasps and clutches my shoulders for support as her legs tremble.

“Come on.” I guide her to the edge of the bed. “Lie back for me.” I kneel and slide her butt right to the edge, then hook her thighs over my shoulders.

I brush my nose against her inner thigh, inhaling her scent. She wriggles closer.

“Yes,” I encourage, pleased she seems so relaxed this time. I still don’t want to hurry. Pressing kisses to her thighs, I stop and run my tongue along her crease, enjoying the way she squirms. I sweep my knuckles against her slit and hum a satisfied noise. “You’re so wet for me.”

“I have been ever since your text came through.”

“Really?” Using my thumbs, I spread her and flatten my tongue against her slit. “Did you know how much I wanted to do this?” I drag my tongue against her in several long, deep licks.

Her shaky breaths and little whimpers are all the answers I need. My cock’s throbbing, desperate to finally be inside her. I reach down and tug the towel off and wrap my hand around my cock, squeezing hard at the base.

“You’re so sweet,” I whisper against her skin. “Been wanting to do this again.”

Her legs tighten over my shoulders like she’s trying too hard not to move.

“Work yourself against my face, I don’t mind.”

“I want…I want…” She balls her fists in the blanket.

“What?” I flick my tongue around her clit. “This?” I lick directly over it and her body jerks. “Mmm, okay.” I suck her clit between my lips and slide two fingers inside her.

“Oh God!” Her hips shoot up, but she’d need a crowbar to pry me off her. I work my fingers in and out, groaning at her taste flooding my mouth.

Her hand grapples with my hair, finally pressing at the back of my head, holding me to her. Fuck yes. Hips bucking wildly, she explodes while I keep working her through the orgasm.

The need to fill her descends on me like a violent storm that I keep riding into even as electricity crackles over my skin. I need her clenching around my cock, the way she’s squeezing my fingers.

She whimpers as I withdraw and reach for the box on the nightstand. While I was busy reading the stupid box before, I should’ve fucking opened it.

While I’m tearing through surprisingly sturdy cardboard, she moves to the edge of the bed on hands and knees. Her fingers curl around my cock. I gasp and my head falls back as she seals her lips over me.

“Fuck.” My hands curl into fists, crumpling the box. Her tongue licks and flutters all along my length while I finally tear the box apart, strips of condoms flying everywhere. “Keep doing that,” I rasp, grabbing one of the foil squares and ripping it open.

Pressure builds at the base of my spine.

No fucking way. As much as I’m dying to come on her tits again or down her throat, I’ve been waiting way too long to get to this lesson.

I gather her hair in one hand and gently tug. “Stop, baby. Please.”

She drags the back of her hand against her shiny lips and stares at me with bright eyes. I work the condom on fast, then hug her to me and roll us onto the bed, landing on top of her.

“How do you want me?” I’m shaking with the desire to squeeze inside her but torturing both of us is fun too. I slide my cock back and forth through her soaked lips, groaning at how slick and ready she is.

She struggles and writhes under me. “Just…normal.”

My lips twist with amusement. “What do you consider normal?”

Her face screws into a mask of frustration. “I don’t know. Like this. You over me.”