Page 61 of Heartless Sinner

He buried his face against me and dragged one slow slick up my center, making my toes curl. His thumb worked circles over my clit.

“Jesus,” I moaned.

This was new for us. We’d crossed lines before, but never this one.

I pressed my lips together to trap my moans. The curtains were closed, but people could still hear through the windows.

A pathetic little noise left me when his mouth and fingers stopped. He rose between my legs and shoved his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean with an obnoxiously loud sound.

I rubbed my thighs together, embarrassingly eager for whatever came next.

He popped his fingers out of his mouth before motioning toward me with them. “Scoot back, Princess.”

I slid up the mattress, the blanket bunching beneath me. He crawled onto the bed, diving straight back between my legs, as if he couldn’t get enough.

I writhed beneath him, gave in to the pleasure, and forgot who was responsible for giving it.

He licked, sucked, and fingered me. I’d never felt anything so good. I rocked against him, and his groan vibrated through me as I fed him more of my pussy.

I knew exactly where this was headed. I grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it. The royal family didn’t need to hear me screaming Brooks’s name through the castle walls.

Pleasure wound tighter and tighter until there was nowhere left for it to go.

I started to moan his name but even mid-orgasm, I had a tiny scrap of common sense.

He gave me one final lick. It felt like the worst tragedy of my life when he pulled away.

Brooks climbed over me, and I couldn’t look away when he started stroking himself. My cum still glistened on his lips.

His grunts deepened with each jerk. He cursed my name as his finger swept over the tip, gathering the bead of pre-cum there. I knew he was close when every stroke became more desperate.

He dragged his stare from my face to between my legs. His shoulders went rigid as he came.

Spurts of his cum landed on my face. I stared up at him, too stunned to move. He drizzled more over my breasts, then my stomach.

“Open up,” he ordered. “Swallow the last of me.”

Not liking his demanding tone, I clamped my mouth shut.

He snarled. “Don’t test me.”

I shook my head.

“You have two seconds to open your fucking mouth and swallow my cum, or I’ll ram my entire cock down your throat until my cum reaches your goddamn heart.”

There was that monster I knew so well.

His threat caught me off guard, and I opened my mouth without thinking. I gagged when beads of liquid trickled inside, fighting to swallow. He looked too pleased watching me struggle.

“That’s right. Relish the taste, Princess.” His hand closed around my throat, squeezing just hard enough to keep every drop where he wanted it. “Get used to the taste. You’ll be swallowing it a lot this year.” He pressed his thumb against my pulse before releasing me. “Now, swallow.”

I gulped down the last of the salty cum.

He patted my cheek. “Good girl.”

He climbed off the bed. I rubbed my throat and exaggerated a cough.

It was petty since I could breathe fine, but if Brooks had a conscience, I wanted to find it.