She sucked him slowly, taking her time and savoring the taste, bringing him close to release and stopping. She did it again and again until the angry, indulgent expression disappeared from his face, his muscles flexing and his dark eyes watching her with obvious frustration.
His focus was completely on her now. Mind and body. “Danika,” he growled when she pushed him to the brink again and stopped.
She pulled off his phallus with a pop and blinked innocently. “Yes, Master?”
For a moment, King Lucien looked conflicted. Like he was torn about what to do. Then, with a frustrated moan, his hand grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her roughly back onto his hardness.
Oh, yeah. Gone was his scowl, infuriatingly indulgent attitude; now he f****d Danika’s mouth like he actually want
