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When he steps between my legs to watch closely, I rest my ankles on his shoulders and make a V with my fingers, exposing my pink flesh. A muscle twitches beneath his stubbled jaw when I use my free hand to stroke my swollen clit.

The intensity of his stare combined with my hand flicking my nub rough and hard elicits little sounds from my lips. I circle and massage my slit, increasing the friction until it becomes too much to bear, yet not enough for me to stop.

“My cunt feels so empty,” I whimper. Kingston’s feral orbs flash to mine. “How many fingers should I put in, Mr. King?”

“As many as your slutty cunt can take.”

I thrust two to the knuckle, moaning loudly. His gaze once again zeros in on my wet heat and he watches as I finger fuck myself. On my next thrust, I enter a third finger and my walls stretch to accommodate the intrusion.

“Nobody’s fucked you hard enough if you’re fighting to fit three fingers,” he mocks, staring so raptly that goosebumps dance on my skin.

“Maybe you can.”

“If you want to take my cock without crying and begging me to stop before I’m halfway in, push another finger.”

I do sob every time he stretches me around his girth.

There’s no denying his piercings wreak havoc, leaving destruction in its wake.

Rubbing my clit faster until more arousal drips out, I obey his command and force four knuckles past my clenching core. My rhythm slows down as I push in and out.

“Take them deeper, slut.”

I pull out and thrust hard, biting my lip. “Like this?”

“Yes.”

“Do you think I can fit your cock now without crying?”

“Fuck no,” he growls dangerously. “Iwantyou to hurt and cry, all the while taking every inch of my dick like the filthy whore you are. You sold all your tight little holes to me, didn’t you? You’re nothing but my fucktoy. Mine to use, bruise, and toy with.”

“Yes, I’m your whore,” I cry out, riding my hand with my head thrown back. I’m so lost chasing the high that I jerk when something hard and chilly presses against my ass. My eyes snap open and my pussy clenches when I see him holding an ice cube.

I gasp when he rubs it around the opening of my ass. “Mr. King.”

“Keep going.”

Concentrating while he traces my rim with the cold-as-hell ice cube proves to be quite difficult. He’s smartly using my position against me, knowing I can’t go anywhere.

I’m at his mercy.

He keeps rolling it, causing an opposite sensation to the ones my fingers give until the cube melts. Picking another, he teases my puckered hole and just as I shove my knuckles inside my pussy, he thrusts the unforgiving ice cube into my asshole.

“Oh God! Fuck!” My muscles try to push it out, burning from the inside but he viciously stabs his thumb inside too.

“No. Keep it in and feel.”

“It hurts.”

Slapping my clit, he barks, “Fuck your pussy.”

Scared of his punishment, I whimper and obey him. Soon, the hot and cold sensation converges into a blissful, pleasurable pain.

“Such a good slut,” he praises and slides another ice cube into my spasming channel. Picking another, he rubs it over my clit. A shudder electrocutes my entire body when he bends his head and blows over the tip.

“King!”

His tongue lashes and swipes at my little nerves mercilessly. Trailing lower, he stiffens it and pushes into my forbidden hole, tasting me deep. The ache building into a powerful orgasm in my womb reaches its peak. A second before it can blind me, my hand is torn away.