Page 44 of Kings & Queen

Every nerve screamed for him, lust pumping through my veins. I was unraveling fast. Wanting—no,needingmore of his cock. I pushed my hips back. The smack caught me off guard, sharp enough to make me gasp and whip my head around. My body lit up in response, pussy clenching like the desperate whore I was. A needy whimper escaped as his hand soothed the sting.

“No, not yet.”

Embarrassment flooded through me and pooled in my cheeks. “Please,” I begged, feeling frantic.

With measured thrusts, he began again, and instead of random movements, now it was slow, sensual, long strokes. I moaned his name. Every slide of his thick cock was maddening. And he knew it. Ever the tease, he knew exactly what I needed and was hell-bent on giving me everything but that.

I squirmed beneath him, breath hitching. Every bit of me wanted to scream at him to rail me already.

“I love how I can get all the way inside of you, and you take it so fucking well, malyshka. I swear to god, your insides are swelling, making your sweet cunt tighter and tighter around my cock.”

And with a low, ragged sound—half growl, half surrender—everything shifted. It was like a shockwave. His hands dug into my flesh, mouth trailing fire down my back. All that restraint shattered in an instant, and he fucked me faster—rougher.

Another low moan escaped his lips, and a sense of power rushed through me, knowing I was the one he was making those sounds for. He chanted my name, along with a stream of words, some coherent, others not.

“Hold on tight, baby, because I need to go hard. Don’t move. Promise?” he groaned, his voice unlike any other time I’d been with him.

Goose bumps broke out from head to toe. I gripped the soft material of the sheets, burying my face into them and inhaling his masculine scent. Setting a brutal, pounding pace, he plunged into my depths again and again, and I cried out with each stroke. God, he knew how to fuck. My orgasm was building by the second, and I was desperate for release.

My mind fractured as I whispered his name. A loudsmackechoed through the room as he slapped my ass hard, causing me to cry out. My breath hitched, the warmth spreading like wildfire across my backside. I fell onto my stomach, breaking form.

Shit. He pulled out, chuckled, and dug his fingers into my ass cheeks. I yelped at the surge of pain. Then his fingers tangled in my hair and tugged, firm and commanding. The jolt went straight through me, and my pussy throbbed. The control seeping from every one of his pores stole my breath.

“You were doing so fucking well, too. What am I going to do with you now? Turn over.”

I no sooner obeyed than a yelp ripped from my throat as he pulled me to the edge of the bed. That wild, just-came-from-a-kill feralness flashed in his emerald eyes. It was a look of a man about to ruin me. Powerful hands clamped down on my thighs, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh, spreading me open.

Shivering, I begged, “Please, be easy with me.”

“Easy?” he breathed as his fingers trailed down my leg. “Like this?” It was featherlight, a caress that left fire in its wake. His hands moved, brushing the backs of my knees as he lifted.

The warmth of his mouth ghosted over my skin, causing me to shudder. And then my legs were draped over his arms, hips aligned, skin teasing skin.

“You sure about that? You don’t want me to fuck you hard like I was? You seemed to enjoy it before you fell. What if I were to tell you I want to fucking hurt you, baby?”

“Hu-hurt me?” The words squeaked out.

“Yes, but I promise I’ll make it better when I’m done. Would you trust me enough to let me hurt you?”

With each word he spoke, he teased me. The tip of his cock pushed against my entrance and slipped inside. My pussy was dripping, throbbing, and desperate. I trusted him—but hurt me? What would that entail?

The hot flesh of his cock met my clit, swirling and rubbing against it before dipping inside me, only to pull back and repeat the torturous move.

“Please, Nik,” I moaned, arching my back, my legs shaking.

“Give me permission, baby. I need it.” His voice held a desperate plea to it I hadn’t heard before. If he needed it, I’d give it to him.

“Hurt me,” I whispered, feeling him shudder at my words.

He lined himself up with my entrance and then shoved his hips into mine. The fullness was immediate and so deep. My breath stuttered, and I didn’t know if I wanted to cry out or beg him not to stop. With each thrust, he slammed all the way in, hitting my cervix. Panting, I gripped his forearms, crying at the fullness while swiveling my hips against him.

What started as a groan built fast—tight and raw—until it broke free as a scream, loud and wild and entirely beyond my control. I let out loud sobs as ripples of pain and pleasure consumed me.

Those quickly gave way to whimpers. They slipped out as he continued rocking his hips, pushing his cock in and pulling it back out. I cried out as he bent me like a pretzel, tilting me until he was magically sliding over my G-spot. He fucked me hard, stretching me, burning me up from the inside out.

“That’s it, cry for me. I know, baby, you’re doing so good. God, this is life,” he groaned.

I winced through the pain, the promise of him making it all better lingering in my mind.