Graduation (Kingmakers, #5)

by Sophie Lark

“Do you know what I love about you, Adrik …” I lift my head for only a moment. “What?” “Everything.” I chuckle, going back to work on her. “I’m serious … I love how soft and thick your hair is when I run my hands through it. I love how heavy you feel on top of me. I love how your body is a furnace, radiating heat in me. When I’m tired, when I’m stressed, I lay on top of you and your warmth recharges me like a battery. I can’t feel upset when you’re touching me. And you’re smart, you’re so fucking smart … I’ve never met anyone whose brain works as fast as yours. You see everything.” “You’re smarter than me,” I tell her. “I never thought that about anyone until I met you. It’s intimidating.” “You’re not intimidated. You’re not afraid of anyone.” “I’m not afraid. But I want to impress you.” “So do I,” she says, softly. “I want to perform for you … I want you to be proud of me …” “I am proud of you, baby girl. So fucking proud.” She starts to cum, so gradually that I don’t even know it’s happening at first. Until I feel her thighs shaking and I hear her teeth chattering together like castanets. “I’ve never heard you make that sound before.” “Keep going,” she begs. I keep licking her pussy, soft and slow, like I’m lapping cream out of a saucer. “I love your hands …” she whispers. “I love the way you touch me … I love how you’re the light in the room. Everyone wants your attention. Everyone wants to be close to you. But you want to be close to me …” “That’s right. You’re my favo...