The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 81: Read Part 1

“Read, Florence,” he said, grabbing my attention.

I pushed those thoughts to the back of my mind and continued reading.

“I would have my mouth at your throat, my lips and tongue lashing at your flesh. I know you would taste as sweet as you are, the flavor of your skin exploding on my tongue…”

I glanced at him, only to find him watching me so intently that I unknowingly bit my lip before continuing. “While savoring your pleasure-hazed expression, I would grip your ankles and place your feet on the edge of the table. And I’d tear your thin dress away like it was tissue.”

He gripped my chin and made me look into his eyes, asking, "Do you want that?”

I stared at him, breathing heavily as he intensely looked at me and licked my lips, nodding. “Yeah, I want that, Nicholas.”

He smirked, “That’s music to my ears, baby,” then leaned down, starting to kiss my neck. He feathered kisses down my throat, sucking hard and then slowly, driving me insane.

"Hmmm,” I hummed in pleasure, playing my fingers through the soft strands of his hair while he feasted on my neck.

He nipped me lightly and growled lightly against my skin. “Everyone would know you are mine," he said, then went back to sucking on my neck, dragging his tongue up the slender column of my throat all while letting his hand playfully wander on my body.

“Tell me what I should do next, Florence,” he whispered while sucking on my neck.

Through my pleasure-filled eyes, I tried to focus on the words, but I just moaned when he sucked hard again.

“I would watch how your plump breasts rose and fell under the thin material of your shirt.”

He looked down directly at my breast, and his intense stare just made me achy between my legs.

“I know my mouth dried at how hard your nipples would be, the peaks stabbing through the shirt as if seeking my hand and mouth...” I moaned when he finally touched the breasts of both of his hands, lingering on my peak hard nipple straining through my dress.

“No bras,” he smirked, “and yeah, they are hard for me.”

He started rubbing both of my hard nipples with his thumb, and I couldn't help but moan, closing my eyes and grabbing his bicep for support as I threw my head back.

“Nicholas...” I whined, wanting to rub my thighs for some friction, but him standing between my legs was stopping me and just adding to the hot mess I was in.

I can feel his hard cock pressing and rubbing against my inner thigh. The sensations built up layer by layer made my pussy grow to a burning ache in her clitoral area.

"Continue, Florence, unless you just want me to rub them all day,”

With a shaky breath, I continued, “I would play with them, pinch, squeeze, and knead them with my hand just like you like it, then I would place them in my mouth, tasting and sucking them.”

I stopped when he ran his finger along the underside of one breast from the base to the edge of my areola, and then he easily tore off the dress on my chest area, not enough to reveal my stomach, making me catch my breath.

“This is from Layla," I complained, but my voice didn't hold back that much conviction.

“I'll just replace it,” he quickly replied before cupping and lifting both breasts, massaging the undersides with a gentle circular motion.

Then he began kneading them, pinching my nipples, which sent me over the edge. He will shift to squeezing and pinching them. My eyes fluttered closed.

“Please,” I moaned, my voice holding both yearning and need.

And I don't know what the hell I am pleading for—maybe for him to put his big cock inside me.

“Your voice just drives me insane,” he muttered before moving his head down to kiss and nibble at the full globes.

I was a moaning mess when he explored every inch of my breasts with his mouth, starting at the plump undersides before working toward the areola, and finally, his mouth closed over the tip.

With gentle suction, he teased and drove me toward madness. I was still holding the now crumpled paper in my hand as I grabbed his head while he was feasting on my breasts. I could feel how wet I was. And I just want to relieve the pain in my center—that achy and throbbing feeling.

“Oh, that feels good,” I moaned, feeling his suck harder on my nipples.

He said through my skin, "Read.”

“Are you for real?” I groaned from how hard it is to focus while he was sucking like a starved man on my breast. “With…..with my hands on your ankles, I would spread my palms upward, holding your gaze with mine.”

With a flick of his tongue on my already sensitive and red nipples, he raised his hand and held my ankles while looking at me and licking her lips. He looks so damn hot from his messy hair from how I held on to it earlier and his very noticeable bulge inside his pants.

“I….I would run the tip of my nose up your center, feeling how wet you were that your cotton pants were soaked clean through. I would tear the thin material away and start between your thighs. Pink—”

I didn't finish the sentence when he suddenly bent and gently pushed me to the table, making me lie down on it, and without wasting time, he placed his fingers on my slit and growled.

He licked his lips before tearing my pants, making me scream, “Fcking pink, swollen, and wet for me.”

“Nicholas!”

He chuckled, crumpling my torn pants in his hand and putting them in his pants’s pockets. I frowned at him but ended up chuckling. He is a crazy man.

“Read now, Florence. I don't know if I could wait any longer,” he firmly ordered, his voice low and rough.

I bite my lip, and I notice his gaze shifting on it.

“I will move my... fingers down your inner leg, right beside the soaked pussy, and then touch them lightly, spreading my fingers through your soaked slit.”

He did step by step what I said, dragging his fingers on my center and through my slit, making me whimper in need. The words are now all mushy and blurry in my vision as I feel his stilled hand in my center.

“I would slip a hand under you, then move my other onto your belly, keeping you in place as I start to lick and suck on your clitoral area, groaning as I savor your flavor.” I glance at him, but he just gave a nod to continue with that seductive smirk on his face, “I would run my tongue up and down your slit like you were spread before me like an offering, a meal for me, something I could feast on until I was drowning in the flavor—”

For the second time, my words hung in the air as his tongue stroked along my folds and teased my clitoral area. The muscles of my inner thighs quivered, and my pulse spiked sharply at the rough and hard lap of his tongue. A hungry whimper escaped me, a tickle of heat pulsing everywhere he licked. Each tormenting stroke sent sensual flames along my veins.

My hips bucked, driving my inflamed flesh against his tongue. The letter was long gone now in my hands. I don't know where on earth it went. I can only focus on how he is practically eating me. It was not our first time doing this, and mostly I would give in due to my pride, but I always ended up craving his touch.

I shuddered, “Nicholas”