Chapter 1372: Drunk on the Ashford Madam (r-18)

Phei ate her pussy without seizing, but not as a tease, either, it was like claiming her all over again, plain and simple, and he meant for her to feel every letter of it.

He sealed his mouth over her wet pussy again and sucked until her entire mound vanished into his mouth, every soft line of her swallowed whole, before he pulled away and looked at her. Her pussy was outlined wet where his mouth had been, the swell of her clit stood erect, and the place where she was already leaking for him glistened.

She jerked on the table, and a thin, bitten sound escaped her throat, no word in it at all, only air breaking.

"Ahh..."

He stayed right there.

He licked her in long strokes and flattened his tongue over the swell of her clit until she was shiny and soaked against his mouth. Each pass made her wetter, and each pass made her hips twitch a little more.

He sucked her whole mound into his mouth and held it there, breathed against her, then dragged his tongue up her slit again, slow enough that she felt its ridge. Another silent sound shook out of her. Her thighs tried to close, which was adorable, and he kept them open with his shoulders and ate her until she glistened from her entrance to her clit.

Goddess Fall Touch surged amok under his palms where they pinned her thighs, a slow, honeyed burn that poured into the lean muscle of her while his mouth stayed sealed to her pussy, and the Goddess’s black eyes went half-lidded even as she tried to keep her chin lifted like a goddess instead of a woman being devoured on a table.

The Young Dragon did not hurry; why would he?

He sealed and sucked and licked until her breasts lifted with every broken breath and her lean stomach jumped against nothing, and he looked up the long, taut line of her while his mouth stayed glued to her pussy, so she would have to meet his eyes through the filth of it.

Fire poured from his tongue, and frost chased it a breath later, a thin shine over her wet folds that made her clit twitch against his lips. Her fingers went white on the wood. She bit off the next sound because the hall was still laughing, then forgot the hall entirely when he sucked her mound into his mouth again and held her there.

Then he pulled back and spread her with two fingers.

She was already glistening, and he looked at her the way a starving man looks at a feast he has had a thousand times and still cannot get enough of. Her outer lips were pale, flushed, and parted; her inner petals were a deeper, wetter rose that clung together until his breath coaxed them open.

He licked her dewy inner flesh once more, then simply looked at all of her, the way he always did.

Her pussy was already ruined for him, and gods, what a beautiful ruin it was.

Her outer lips were soft and full, a pale-pink cushion forced apart by how wet she was, the skin around them smooth and flawless except for the shine of her. Her inner petals were glossier and darker, folded together like wet silk, and they opened when he breathed on them, every crease gleaming.

Her clit stood swollen from his mouth, tight and glossy, peeking from its hood, and it twitched whenever his exhale touched it.

At her entrance, a clear bead gathered, stretched, and slid toward the table in a thin, shining thread.

Phei watched it travel and followed it with his thumb, smeared it back up through her open folds until it wet her swollen peak, and the Ashford Madam’s stomach jumped as the long, taut line of her bowed off the wood.

A rose at dawn had nothing on her. Nothing in any of the realms did.

He held the look long enough to make a ceremony of it. His thumbs spread her until her inner petals parted and her small mouth fluttered, and he kissed the wet thread back up to her clit before he put his mouth to real use.

He glanced up at her black eyes as if to ask a permission he already had, then put his mouth exactly where he wanted it.

He put his tongue there. Not on her clit, mind you. Inside her.

The tip pushed into her fluttering little mouth, and she lifted off the table with a silent, shaking moan, her hips rolling up into his face as if her body had decided for her, which, frankly, it had.

"Mhmmm... Phei..."

He held her ass in both hands, firm and warm, her flesh spreading under his palms, and pulled her onto his mouth so he could lick deeper. His tongue fucked her in slow, wet thrusts. In. Curl. Drag out shining. In again, farther, until her entrance clenched around him and another bead of her spilled over his chin.

He drank the pulse straight from her pussy and went back in, his tongue thick and greedy, while her teardrop breasts shook above him and her fingers went white on the table’s edge.

Each inward push was a long, lingering stroke: his tip opened her small mouth, his curl dragged along her inner walls, and his withdrawal left her entrance shining and clinging, as if it did not want his tongue to leave. Phei groaned into her and pulled her ass closer so he could bury his face and drink from his mouth into her pussy’s grip until her lean stomach jumped and one teardrop nipple tightened in the air. She tried to stay quiet for the hall.

She failed, in broken breaths against the wood, and he adored her a little more for it.

He dragged up through her open folds and closed around her clit.

He sucked.

Her whole body answered him.

A soundless cry shook out of her.

"Mmh..."

Herbreasts lifted as her back arched, her nipples still tight and wet from earlier. One of his hands left her ass only long enough to fill itself with her elegant weight; it squeezed her soft underside while his thumb rolled her peak and his mouth stayed buried between her thighs. He played with her like that for a long, long time.

His tongue inside her—

Then flattened over her clit... then pushed back into her hole. His fingers spread her outer lips so he could lick every wet crease, and his palm worked her breast until her nipple stood even tighter. She writhed. She rolled her hips against his face in helpless, filthy little circles, lifted off the wood, dropped back, lifted again, and fed him more of herself without a single word.

Phei groaned into her pussy and kept her right there, devouring the Goddess as if the hall outside did not exist, and every time laughter traveled down the corridor her inner walls clenched around his tongue as if the fear of being heard only made her wetter.

Which, apparently, it did.

He enjoyed every second of it, and he was not even slightly ashamed to admit it.

The way her ass flexed in his grip. The way her pussy clenched around his tongue. The way she kept trying to stay quiet and failed in soft, broken breaths. Down the hall, laughter still reached them, while on the table a goddess lifted herself into his mouth and came apart without speaking.