Viking's Claim (Kilts & Kisses #4)(21)

I want to give him all of me, and to experience all of him. And very suddenly, I know exactly what I want to do.

I lean up, kissing him hungrily as I stroke his cock against my soft tummy. Tor groans, one hand sliding around to grip my ass tightly, the other still cupping my breast.

“I—I want to taste you,” I whisper heatedly, my face going red.

And Tor groans.

“Rhona—”

“Let me taste you,” I moan, kissing him again before I slowly drop to my knees. My pulse races as I grip his cock and stroke it, shivering when it pulses in my grip. At eye level, it’s like he’s grown even bigger—his fat, swollen cock throbbing in my little hand. I stroke him again, and gasp when a big white drop of thick liquid beads at the head. It drops, landing on my thigh, and I pant as I start stroking him more. Another thick white droplet of it leaks from the crown, but this time, I act.

I lean forward, and before I can second guess myself, I lap at it with my tongue.

And Tor, growls.

“Fuck, Rhona,” he hisses, his muscles rippling and tensing. I do it again, leaning forward and lapping at his crown with my tongue. Tor groans, and when his hand slides into my hair and tangles in it, a thrill blasts through me.

“Is it good, my husband?” I husk. I lean in again, and this time, I part my lips. I kiss his swollen head, and slowly, my lips part and my mouth opens as I suck him inside. I moan deeply, the thick, hot feel of him on my tongue sending a rush through me. I push my mouth down further, tonguing the underside of him as I moan around his cock. Tor groans again, his hips pushing his cock deeper into my mouth as he grips my hair tight. I moan eagerly, hungry for everything he has for me as I hungrily suck on him. There’s a sweet taste to him that leaks out over my tongue, dripping into my mouth as I begin to bob my head up and down. I slide my lips down as far as they can, before sliding back up until just his fat crown is in my mouth.

“Gods, Rhona,” he grunts, throwing his head back in pleasure as I moan and suck wickedly on his cock.

“Your mouth is like heaven, little queen,” he groans, looking down at me. Our eyes lock, and I hold that gaze, loosing myself in his eyes as I bob my wet pouty lips up and down his gorgeous cock. My hands stroke the sizable amount of him that doesn’t fit, and just feeling how big he is has me dripping wet. I moan hungry around him, the taste of him on my tongue sending a thrill through me. My mouth waters, dripping down his thick shaft as I stroke and suck, moaning more and more as I lose myself in the act of worshiping his cock.

“Gods do I love your pretty little mouth being so dirty for my cock,” Tor growls, his hands tightening in my hair and sending heat blazing through me. I moan and whimper around him more and more, stroking him faster as I try and swallow as much of him into the back of my throat as I can. Tor roars, throwing his head back and hissing in pleasure. His abs ripple, muscles tightening, and knowing all of this is from what I’m doing to him is like a power I’ve never felt before.

I suck loudly and lewdly at his fat cock—wantonly, eagerly, hungrily. His muscles clench, his jaw twitches, and his eyes blaze right into mine as he watches me on my knees for him, swallowing his cock.

Suddenly, he grunts, tensing as his hands gently pull me away from him. I gasp, my lips swollen and red and a strand of spit clings from my bottom lip to his bulging cock.

“Was… was it okay?”

He groans at my words, grinning as he sucks in a breath of air.

“It was perfection, my love, but if you keep doing that—”

“I know what will happen,” I purr huskily, licking my lips as I eye him. Heat flashes over his eyes, his jaw tightening as his cock throbs in my hand. I lean in to kiss his swollen crown, making him groan.

“I know what will happen, and I want it,” I whisper. “I want to taste all of you, my lord.”

Tor groans, his jaw clenching as I plant kisses down the side of his cock.

“I am no lord, Rhona.”

“Yes, you are,” I moan. “You’re my lord.”

“I don’t own you,” he growls.

“And yet, I’m all yours,” I purr right back. He groans as my mouth slides over him, bobbing, sucking, licking, and stroking. His cock swells bigger and bigger, stretching out my little mouth as more of his sticky sweet liquid covers my tongue.

“You know what happens, do you,” he growls, this fierceness crossing his face. I moan, nodding as I swallow his cock, sucking wetly on him as I stroke his throbbing shaft.

“Then make me come, little bird. Make me come with your naughty little mouth and let me fill it with my seed.”

He groans, the sound sending a thrill through my core as his body tightens. He thrusts against my mouth, my tongue darts across the underside of him, and my hands stroke him. And suddenly, his cock swells huge in my small mouth.

“Rhona—”

I only moan, sucking him as deep as I can, until suddenly, I feel it.

Tor’s thick cock pulses hotly in my mouth, and when I feel the first spurts of his hot, sticky seed splash over my tongue, I moan as the sinful thrill explodes through me. He’s sweet and salty, and I hungrily swallow him just as another spurt coats my tongue. And another, and another. I moan, trying to swallow everything he gives me, but it’s just too much. I cry out, pulling away, my hand still stroking him as jet after creamy white jet of his cum erupts from his crown. It lands in thick ropes across my breasts—hot on my skin as I gasp and just keep stroking. Tor roars, his hips bucking again and again before finally, his cock stops spurting.