“Suck me, Dianna.” I smiled, his cock resting against my lips. “No.” His groan sent molten heat to my core. “Please.” I ignored him, flicking my tongue once more. “Do you wish for me to beg? I’ll beg.” Samkiel panted. My hand stroked him idly, continuing my torture. “Kings don’t beg.” His hips thrust helplessly. “I will for you.” “Yeah?” I asked. My grip tightened at the base of his cock, flicking my tongue teasingly against his shaft. “Yes,” Samkiel hissed. “Tempting, but no.”
