Page 56 of Kings & Queen

A ragged sound tore from her throat as I pushed her down onto the bed. I hovered there, heart pounding, torn between worship and ruin. My throat tightened, and she tensed under me as I hovered over her.

I waited—god, I did, praying she would throw me a lifeline, scream out her safeword, anything but this silence. Her stubbornness wouldn’t allow for it, though, and I surrendered to that reality. I shoved her thighs apart and teased the outside of her pussy lips before slowly dipping a finger deep inside her wetness.

“You want to feel how it would have been? How it should have been?” I teased as I created a slow rhythm.

Knowing her body the way I did, I knew exactly where and how she liked to be touched. I knew how to make her a sobbing mess. She rocked her hips up, seeking more. The deep throb inside her grew, and I teased her by rubbing my thumb over her swollen clit. Finally, she jerked under me and cried out once more.

I removed my finger and slapped her inner thigh hard, whispering in her ear, “So fucking close again, weren’t you?”

Frustration painted her pretty face. It twisted through her, thick and unbearable, choking her up. She lay there trembling, jaw clenched, fury and helplessness burning just beneath her skin.

“So desperate and needy all the time. How sad. It’s like hell week all over again, except this time you can have my cock.” She whimpered and pulled her legs together. “Remember when you asked how Allison could be fucked and notcome? You’re about to find out how,” I said, pushing her legs open as I nestled between them, feeling huge.

I played with her nipples, pinching them, rolling them between my fingers, and then pulling hard. Silent tears continued to flow down her cheeks while I molded my body to hers. Shifting, I rubbed my hard cock at her entrance, applying gentle pressure. I let it linger for a moment as confusion filled her face.

She shivered under me and gasped, tensing up when I finally moved to enter her. Slowly, the tip only, and then inch by slow inch, I filled her to the point where I worried I was going to split her in two.

“Open your legs wider,” I ordered, and she complied.

The feeling of sinking all the way into her warm heat made me sigh. The tight walls of her pussy squeezed me mercilessly, and she yelped as I bottomed out.

“Am I hurting you?”

She whimpered but shook her head. A part of me wanted to believe it, but I could tell I was, so I pulled out halfway, relieving some of the pain.

Pushing back in shallowly, I did my best not to thrust too hard. Fuck, she was so tight, and try as I might to stretch her to accommodate all of me, it was a struggle. Sheer, absolute madness was what she was.

I rocked my hips against hers, taking my time and fucking her as gently as possible. Angling my hips, I stroked her G-spot, trying to increase her arousal. Taking my time paid off, but it was hell all the same. Because with every stroke, all my nerve endings lit up like I’d been plugged into a live wire.

She grew accustomed to what I was giving her. Aside from that first bottoming out, I held back. Keeping up a slow, steady rhythm, I focused on her beautiful body beneath mine, monitoring her responses, all the while trying to fight the urge to go hard. Sweat broke out along my spine from the strain.

Stay in control, fucker.

When all the signals I spent months learning shouted she was going to go over, I pulled out. Every muscle in my body stretched tight like a bowstring. Then I leaned in and kissed her slow and deep, giving her a chance to come down. My hands trembled with the effort it took not to give in, not to bury myself back inside her and lose control.

And then I started again. Over and over, I pushed her to the edge, only to pull her back. The control should’ve grounded me, but instead, it burned. My cock throbbed in agony with every sound she made, every twitch of her body beneath mine, and every thrust of my hips. Each time I stopped, it was like denying oxygen to my own lungs. I was wrecking myself right along with her.

Desperate moans blurred into frustrated broken sobs as I brought her closer, teasing the relief her body was dying for. It was raw and aching, matching every emotion inside me. Lowering my mouth, I claimed hers, needing the taste of her like breath.

Then I reached down between her legs and slid my thumb over her slick clit as I slowly fucked her. She became frantic and thrust her hips up to meet mine, demanding more.

Feeling the wild abandon in every move she made had me shaking. My control was sheer at best, despite my efforts. And it slipped completely as my breathing turned ragged. She felt so fucking incredible. Need surged through me like a wild beast as I lifted her leg over my shoulder, changing the angle. I needed all the way in. The urge to be so deep in her pussy was overwhelming.

A jolt of surprise lit her expression, eyes going round and unblinking as I thrust hard. A feral growl rose between us. The sheer ecstasy. Nothing could compete with this. Her slick, tight channel choking my dick.

All the while, I thrummed her clit. A second later, she threw her head back, cried out, and arched into me. The fucking moans falling from her pretty, full lips had me damn near crashing myself. Fire burned up my arm as she caressed my tattoo, causing me to hiss.

I flung her hand away. “No, look at me. Don’t you dare fucking come,” I barked.

My strokes were precise and controlled once more. But on the next thrust, my thumb slid over her clit. She shuddered and closed her eyes. The walls of her pussy clamped around me, and her body gave way to release. I wanted to pull out, to deny her, but she screamed my name, and it was too late.

The muscles of her thighs locked around me as she exploded. The beauty of it stole the air from my lungs. She came hard—lost all sense of composure, becoming feral under me. She sought to gain every ounce of sensation from my cock.

Emotionally, she splintered into a million pieces, and it broke me. Something wild clawed up from inside me, causing a guttural growl, deep and long, to erupt from my chest. The sound made her flinch.

I slid all the way out and then slammed back in, pushing her deep into the mattress. Little hands clawed at my chest as she tried to shove me back. She cried out from the pain, her nails digging into my flesh. I picked up my pace, pounding into her, hearing her cry with each thrust.

“Say the fucking word,” I ground out, pushing my cock into the sweetest pussy I’d ever experienced.