Page 101 of His Kidnapped Queen
“And how do I do that?”
“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” she chirps, and this time I do smile, unable to help myself, my chest swelling with all I feel for her.
“So you do like me.”
She blinks. “What?”
“If you didn’t like me, you wouldn’t care that I thought you were a cheat and a liar.”
“That’s highly suspect.” She crosses her arms over her chest again.
“It makes sense,” I insist, pulling her into my lap. She drapes across me limply and I chuckle. “You’re really mad?’
“Wouldn’t you be?”
“I guess I would,” I say, humoring her. I’m acting like she’s my girlfriend, but I can’t seem to help it. The way I feel about her is somehow the only thing that makes sense these days.
She bites her lip, teasing the edge of my shirt with her fingertips.
“I know one way you can make it up to me.”
“Oh, I’m willing to do anything you want, pixie.”
“Let me take care of you,” she breathes, and trails her hand up my shirt, sliding her fingers across one of my nipples.
I draw in a sharp breath. “I mean, who am I to deny you when you ask so nicely?”
“Don’t start. Don’t get a big head about this. I just…I like giving.”
“And I like receiving,” I drawl, and she smacks me, pouting.
“I said don’t get a big head.”
“Too late.”
I smirk at her and then her fingertips are sweeping under my waistband, her touch taking my breath.
I’m already half-hard when she releases my cock from my sweats, and I look down at her, catching her gaze. Her eyes are wide, pupils blown.
She wants this. Wants me in her mouth as badly as I want to be there.
It’s intoxicating, to know that she wants me as badly as I want her.
She slips down my body, kissing my belly, my hipbone, and my breath is already coming ragged.
I’m at full mast when she takes the head of my dick into her mouth, sucking gently. I groan, putting a hand in her hair. I don’t force her, just guiding, but she’s taking her sweet time.
Her tongue darts out to sweep along my underside and I pant, my wound aching where the stitches have started to pull.
She frowns and pops off me. “Be still. No pulling your stitches.”
I groan loudly. “You can’t just stop, pixie.”
“I can do whatever I want. This is my reward for you being a dick.”
I snort out a laugh. “Alright, baby. Whatever you say. I’ll be careful.”
“Good.” She goes back to her task, taking me deeper in her mouth, her saliva coating me, making the glide into her throat easier.
