Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 48853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
My eyes flutter closed for a moment. God, his lips are addictive. “I never said that word.”
Cassian trails kisses up to my throat. “Yes, you did. While I was deep inside you. You said, ‘Cassian, I love your thick cock.’ Do you love it, Lady Aubrey?”
I love it so much I could beg him to take me right here. I glance over my shoulder, take Cassian’s hand and pull him into the empty sitting room.
He takes my face in his hands and kisses my cheeks, my temple, my jaw, over and over, in the soft moonlight.
“You smell so sweet, baby,” he whispers, nuzzling my neck. He props himself against a bookcase and gathers me between his thighs. The sounds of the party recede behind our breathing, and the rustle of our clothes as we touch each other hungrily.
I study his face in the dim light, trying to connect with him again, like we did the other day. “Did you really come to check that I was all right?”
He settles his hands on my waist, holding me against him. “Yeah. I guess I did. Family can be a real pain in the ass.”
“That’s sweet of you. It’s all right, though. I talked with Wraye and cleared the air. She forgave me for being so self-obsessed over her and Daddy.”
He runs his fingers through my hair, smiling slightly.
“Do you want be my friend?” He stays silent, and I whisper. “It’s okay to say yes. It’s not weak to want a friend.”
“Even if that friend is the high and mighty Lady Aubrey?”
I nestle closer, enjoying the unaccustomed vulnerability on his face. I want him to smile more, because of me. I think we can find lots of reasons to smile together. “I’m just a woman. I’m nothing to be afraid of.”
“You could never be just a woman.” He presses his lips against my throat again, nipping me with his teeth.
My hand brushes his jeans, and I feel his thick, hot length. I don’t want to tell him that I love his cock. I’d rather show him.
I sink slowly to my knees before him. I’ve never done this before, but I’ve been thinking about it. The hot, firm flesh of his cock pressing against the roof of my mouth.
The teasing expression slips from Cassian’s face, as I undo the top button of his jeans and slide the zipper down. I can see him thickening even more through his underwear, and I trace the length of him with my tongue over the fabric.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, cupping my cheek, his expression softening with wonder.
Emboldened by his rapt expression, I tug the waistband of his underwear down and stroke the length of him with my fingers. Then I clasp the base and lick the tip. I do love his thick cock, and I show him how much by sliding him into my mouth and sucking hard.
Cassian groans, the sound traveling down my body to settle between my legs. It turns me on to do this as much as it does when he licks me. I close my eyes and slide him to the back of my throat, enjoying how he fills my mouth.
“Your red lipstick looks hot as fuck on my cock. You’re getting it everywhere.”
I probably am, but I don’t care. I’d much rather be in here with Cassian, making us both feel good, than out there. Enough duty for tonight. I want something for me. I suck slowly up to the tip and then work him with my mouth, languorous strokes that I take to the back of my throat, making him hiss with desire.
“Aubrey, baby, you’re going to make me—” The rest of his words disappear in a deep groan as he spasms in my mouth and thick, warm liquid coats my tongue. I swallow in surprise, and then again. Slowly, I let my mouth trail down his length and then release him with a pop.
Cassian’s leaning back against the bookcase, breathing hard. I love the way he looks from this angle, proud and magnificent, but also overcome by what I’ve just done to him.
A harsh voice speaks behind me in the darkness. “What the fuck?”
I gasp and stand up quickly, wiping my mouth. Cassian shoves himself back into his jeans and zips up, while I frantically button up my blouse. He reaches for me and tries to pull me behind him.
For a terrified second, I think the deep voice belongs to Daddy, but then the speaker calls, “She’s here, Your Grace.”
Cassian reaches out to swipe his thumb beneath my lower lip, just as the light snaps on. We stare at each other with matching surprised expressions.
Then I turn and face the door.
My palms sweat as I watch people file into the room. Jakob Rasmussen, the Head of Palace Security. One of his security guards. Wraye, and finally, Daddy. The small sitting room is suddenly crowded.