Broken Kingdom (Royal Hearts Academy #4)(104)

A groan of frustration leaves me when his movements come to a halt.

“Why are you stopping?”

I hear him rustling around for something in the darkness before the tent becomes flooded with a dim light. “I need to see you.”

His eyes flare with hunger as he drags his gaze down my body.

Slowly, those long fingers slip under my panties and he moves them to the side.

A gruff noise escapes him as his stare zeroes in on my exposed sex. He’s eyeing it like he’s just found the buried treasure he’s been looking for his whole life.

Propping himself up on one of his elbows, he glides a finger down the length of my swollen flesh. “So fucking pretty.”

His hot breath gusts over my nipples as the calloused pad of his thumb grazes my clit. He spreads my slickness around before submerging his finger. “You gonna let me eat this sweet pussy?”

“Yes.” Mewling, I arch into his palm as he curls the long digit inside me. “I’ll let you do whatever you want.”

“Good answer.” I’m completely transfixed as I watch him lick my arousal off his fingers. “Fuck me.” The heat in his eyes is penetrating. “I’m gonna need more of that.”

Making a deep almost savage noise in the back of his throat, he tugs my panties off and spreads my legs as wide as they can go.

I barely have time to blink before his head is buried between them.

Warmth rushes my insides when he drags his tongue along the length of my slit. “Oh, God.”

My breathing speeds up as he fucks me with his tongue, growling against my throbbing flesh like a man starved.

Shifting gears, he sucks my clit and plunges two fingers inside me with a force that makes me cry out his name.

Those blue orbs pierce me, holding me captive as his mouth works me into a frenzy and he fucks me with his fingers.

A delicious curl of desire races up my spine when he hits a spot that lights me up from the inside out. “Oh, Fuck. Right there.”

My legs begin shaking while he deliberately extracts every ounce of pleasure from my body. A low groan leaves him and I watch his shoulders flex as he continues feasting on my pussy like it’s his favorite meal.

“Oakley.”

I’m so close. So fucking…

I bite my lip so hard it hurts as my orgasm spirals through me, drawing a sharp cry from my lips. Gripping his hair, I come apart with tiny fervid whimpers I can’t hold back.

“Please,” I plead as he proceeds to lap at the remnants of my climax.

I swear I might actually die from impatience if he makes me wait another second for his dick.

The sound of his zipper lowering is almost obscenely loud in the small tent.

I should be nervous about what’s about to happen…but I’m not.

My mouth waters when he wraps his fist around his length. I can’t recall ever being so attracted to a guy’s cock before. Then again, Oakley has a spectacular one.

Long, thick, and veiny with a wide, shiny pink head complete with a silver barbell.

If I wasn’t the jealous type, I’d suggest a sex toy company make moldings of what he’s packing because they’d sell like hotcakes.

But Oakley and his perfect dick are mine. All mine.

Kneeling in front of me, he lines himself up with my entrance.

My toes curl when he circles my sensitive clit with his barbell, teasing me into oblivion all over again.

“You love it when I tease your little pussy, don’t you?”

My pulse quickens. “You know I do.”

His lips curve as he drags the head of his cock through my slickness…but then he pauses.

“Are you sure?”

I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life.

“Positive.” I spread my thighs wider. “I’m ready.”

So fucking ready.

But Oakley’s not apparently.

“Wh—” My mouth drops open when I see him remove his piercing. “Why are you doing that?”

“It’s gonna hurt when I pop your cherry.” Reaching for the hem of his shirt, he peels it off. “Figured the least I can do is not add to the pain.”

I can feel myself pouting. “But I like your piercing.”

Smirking, he settles himself between my thighs. “I’ll put it back in after.” Gently, he runs his knuckle across my cheekbone, his face going serious. “You need to tell me if it hurts too much.”

“I can take it,” I assure him.

The tip of his dick nudges my entrance. “I’ll go slow.”

“You don’t have to—” I start to tell him, but the words get trapped in my throat when he starts to enter me, inch by aching inch.

I force myself to breathe through the pain as I stretch around him.

“Are you okay?” he says when he’s about halfway.

I’m not, but I give him a nod anyway. “Keep going.”

He stops moving. “I’m hurting you.”

“It’s fine.” I bury my face against the crook of his neck. “I want it to hurt.”

His brows furrow. “Why?”

Brushing the hair out of his eyes, I give him the truth. “Because the most beautiful things do.”

A furrow grows between his brows as he studies me…as if I’m the most interesting thing he’s ever laid eyes on.