night, Mr. Lexington. Thanks for the great service!”
She laughed since she knew he hated to be called prince and now that she’d implied he was a male
escort, he would probably like it even less. Ha ha. She snuggled into the pillow he’d almost knocked
her unconscious with and closed her eyes, impulsively smelling it, her scent mingled with his. Now if
only she could catch some shut-eye.…
* * *
Holy God, was he going to have a boner for the rest of his life, or what?
Daniel deeply regretted leaving Monica’s apartment at midnight. Now he lay, alone and sleepless,
in his own bed, and by three a.m. even valerian started looking good to him.
He rolled facedown on a groan, his body tortured, the scent of Monica’s sex imprinted in his
nostrils, the scent of her skin, her hair, the place behind her ears where she had rubbed her fragrance,
spinning in his head in a heady mix that wouldn’t let him relax a single inch of his frame, much less
sleep.
He hadn’t wanted to come home.
He’d wanted to tease her all night, hear her laugh like he hadn’t heard her laugh in so long, and then
just the thought of their bantering made him hot all over again.
Even after their orgasms, he was about to explode. Monica’s naked body was embedded in his head
like a brand, and the memory of her lying on her bed after coming was burning him at the stake. His
heart raced as he remembered how good she’d felt when he’d fucked her, and though he tried to draw
in a couple of calming breaths, it was no use.
He’d never been this hard. He couldn’t wait to put his hands all over her again. Kiss her.
Usually he enjoyed prolonging, when it came to pleasure. Making his partners wait in building
anticipation; the barrage of hormones he made them feel obliterated anyone, anything before him …
until there was only him.
But the torture now was on him.
Her breasts … his mouth ached to suckle them again.
Her pussy lips were the prettiest he’d ever seen.
Shaking, barely able to move, he rolled on the bed, remembering how she’d begged his name after
he’d played with her with the ice. An ice for his Ice Maiden.…
Jesus, had she melted that little sucker to the ground.
He remembered crawling down her, how he’d immediately heard her breathing intensify as he
parted her thighs to lick her orgasm. He’d heard her gasp in anticipation. Her pupils had dilated, her
breasts were heaving, and he had all but stopped breathing for he had never, ever, been so fiercely
turned on.
“Daniel…,” she’d whimpered.
His balls had contracted with a need so violent, he’d almost choked. “Shh…,” he thinks he had said,
but he couldn’t remember, only knew they’d just come and needed to come again, and he’d shoved his
shoulders between her thighs and went straight to eat her up. He’d flicked out his tongue, quickly
tasting the outside of her slit—soaked, creamy—he dipped inside her with a languid stroke, and her
sweet little cunt burned around his tongue, tight as hell and so damned slippery, his cock twitched to
fill her up again.
He growled as her taste invaded him, mixing with his own, but it didn’t matter … it just didn’t …
what mattered was that her hips had been tilting desperately toward his, and she was so worked up it
took only three flicks; the third time he pushed his tongue into her channel she’d exploded.
She came so hard her thighs closed around his face and he pushed them open again by shoving his
shoulders higher and speared her through her orgasm, doubling the pleasure, glorying in her cries of
ecstasy.
When he added fingers into her sheath, a bubbling sound erupted from her chest, and she tossed her
head, her eyes glazed with lust, her nipples poking into the air—and she came again.
His balls strained in memory, gathered high and heavy against his cock. He felt so full he was
leaking semen from the tip, throbbing painfully for her, liquid lava rushing through his veins.
She had still been shuddering as he surged upward and grabbed her, so full he’d almost exploded
just licking her. “I’ve still got more for you, Monica…”
She’d been extremely aroused when he took her from behind. She’d cried with passion—with need.
Blazing hot and incredibly wet for him. He’d never imagined Monica would lose herself like this to
him.
Pulsing pain radiated through his dick, his scrotum growing so much heavier he feared he would
drown her with his semen the next time he fucked her.
His mouth ached to taste her breasts with his mouth, suddenly deciding he hadn’t given them as
much attention as he’d have liked.