Free The Pleasure Bot (Planet Desire Book 4) by Delilah Devlin

say.”
    His mouth curved. Even when begging the edge of command was in her voice. “Please, master?”
    “No!” She scowled. “Please, pirate .”
    “Pirate? You think I’m into rape and pillage?”
    “Not rape—but you can pillage me, pirate.”
    So that was her fantasy! Nasty girl. “Does Agnes know you’re this kinky?”
    “Agnes doesn’t know everything. Bite me!”
    He twisted the nipple still wet from his mouth.
    “No! The other one. It aches.”
    He moved to the other side and fluttered his tongue on the neglected bud.
    “Don’t tease me.” She pressed her chest upward, offering her full breast.
    He didn’t bother looking up to see her expression—the ripened blossom fascinated him. “Don’t tell me what to do,” he said softly.
    “Please, pirate. Have mercy.”
    “Mmm. I like the sound of that. Will you beg so sweetly when I bite your clit?”
    “I’ll scream,” she said, her voice growing hoarse with strain. “Would you like that better?”
    “As long as you don’t scream to Agnes,” he replied wryly.
    She pumped her hips, an unsubtle reminder. “You’re taking too long.”
    “You’re too demanding. You’re supposed to be begging.”
    “I don’t beg.”
    “Then what were the pleas for? Rescue? Do you really want me to leave you like this?” He bit the other tit, sharply, causing a strangled screech to erupt from her. He waited to see whether he’d exceeded her pleasure-pain tolerance.
    “Please, don’t hurt me,” she moaned, but her hips rose, pumping against his abdomen.
    “Lovely, precious Priss,” he groaned and chewed on the tip.
    Declan had never had the urge to play a marauding ravisher. But Priscilla’s delight ignited a dark fire in his belly, a violent sort of lust he fought to control. He growled and tugged her nipple side-to-side before releasing it and quickly sliding lower.
    He nibbled on her belly, and then suctioned the soft flesh, leaving dark love marks on her pale skin. Some powerful and wholly masculine pride took satisfaction from leaving evidence of his journey upon her body.
    His tongue tunneled into her navel and glided lower, reaching her mons. He laved the smooth lips, flirting with the pink edges of her inner lips, but not delving deeper between.
    Declan kept her legs clamped shut, and his elbows settled at either side of her thighs as he teased her engorged flesh. Her lips were pink and plump, and he felt the throb from her center beneath his tongue as he probed between her thighs.
    Priscilla arched her body off the bed. Her cries grew incoherent.
    And still he lapped her flesh like a dog—long wet strokes that captured the cream seeping from her cunt. His own flesh strained into the mattress, and he pumped softly to ease the rock-hard ache between his thighs.
    Soon! He’d have to take her soon or go mad. But first he wanted to hear her to beg him sweetly.
    Priscilla was beyond thought. Beyond pride. Her whole world centered on the wicked swirl of his tongue as he lapped over her outer labia and teased the edges of the furled inner lips. She fought his restraint to open her legs. But all her wriggling and bucking earned her nothing. He wouldn’t be deterred from her slow torture. Her nipples ached from his rough treatment, and her pussy gushed with a fresh wash of arousal. She took a primal pride in the fact he licked every drop away. Does he like the taste of my come?
    She lifted her hips again, trying to coax his tongue between her labia to her aching, engorged clitoris, still hidden beneath its hood of flesh.
    “Tell me what you want, baby. Give me the words.” His command broke through the fog of passion.
    Priscilla tried to ignore him, to concentrate on the aching want, but his tongue had halted its forays against her pussy. She peeked from between her heavy eyelids. The sight of his head, poised between her legs, made her gush again. “Let me open my legs wider,” she moaned. Then she remembered. “ Pirate .”
    Declan groaned and