Page 67 of Fastest Kill

"I'm starting to see that."

Frederica stroked him slowly, watching his face, as his head tipped back against the pillow. His eyes closed, and the line between his brows that had been there since the study went away. Good. She wanted it gone.

She moved down the bed and settled between his muscular thighs. Without warning, she ran her tongue up the underside of his cock, base to tip, slow and deliberate, just to feel his whole body shudder with it.

"Dio," he breathed.

The heft of him was something she was never going to get tired of. Long and thick and already leaking for her. Fucking perfect.

She took the tip into her mouth and sucked, soft at first, watching him grip the sheets. His stomach contracted, the muscles pulling sharply, so she did it again.

"Frederica…" he was already breathy, and she loved it.

She hummed around him, and his thighs tensed. He could probably crush her head with them, and she wouldn't complain. She took more of his cock, working her tongue against him, finding the places that made him exhale in the controlled way of someone trying to hold themselves together. Dismantling his control was one of the better things she had discovered she could do.

He looked wrecked already. Dark eyes and dark curls, and his chest rising and falling a little too fast.

Dario's hand sank into her loose hair. Not pushing, not directing. Just his fingers threading through the curls.

"Stop being careful," she growled at him.

"I'm not⁠—"

"You are." She raised an eyebrow. "You've been doing it all day. You're allowed to just feel something without worrying about it. You want to pull my hair and fuck my mouth, do it. If I don't like it, I will tell you."

Something shifted in his expression, and his hand tightened in her hair. "Then get back to it, Spartana. My dick isn't going to suck itself."

She grinned at him and took him back into her mouth with a satisfaction that ran all the way to her toes. His grip in her hair tightened further, and she sucked harder.

She worked him with one hand at the base, her mouth taking the rest of him, and listened to the sounds she was pulling out of him, the Italian he muttered under his breath when he was past the point of composing himself.

She liked him losing his mind and being the reason for it. Her fingers ran over his balls, gently squeezing before moving down to lightly rim him. Some men loved it, others didn't.

Dario whimpered, which put him firmly in the former category. When she did it again, he fumbled for the drawer beside him and tossed a small bottle of lube onto the bed.

"Use that if you're going to play those games," he said, and she grabbed it without taking her mouth off him. She squeezed a small amount on her fingers and took her time to slick up the base of his cock, squeezing him in ways that had him writhing.

Frederica lightly scraped her teeth over his tip, and he trembled. "I want you to beg," she said, her voice husky.

"I don't beg," he replied.

Frederica moved her hands off him and took off her shirt, leaving her naked. His eyes went to her breasts. "If you beg for me, I'll let you come all over them."

"Fuck…" he groaned.

Frederica grabbed his slick cock again and gave it a rough pump. "I'm not going to let you come until you beg, so it's your decision."

She licked and sucked her way back down, her breasts and loose hair brushing over him. She kept one hand on his cock, holding him tight to stop him from coming, as the other slipped down to rim him again.

Dario's warm brown skin shone with sweat, and every time he got close to coming, Frederica would slow down or let go, anything to throw him off.

"Fucking hell," Dario groaned, his lips lifting off the bed, chasing her mouth. His hands twisted back in her hair. "Please, please, please, let me come, Frederica, for the love of fuck woman."

Frederica hummed in delight and sucked him harder. Her finger worked gently inside of him until she found his p-spot, and then he was fucking her mouth with everything he had.

The carved muscles in his thighs tensed, a broken sound coming out of his throat. She pulled her mouth off as hot come poured out of him and all over her breasts, just as she promised.

"Holy… I…" Dario stammered, sprawled out, and completely spent in every way.