Page 45 of Triumphant Kings

“You feel like fucking heaven,” I groan.

With each thrust, I lose myself more and more. The pleasure is taking control of all my senses, filling me with the need to own him, but also wanting to make him feel good too.

Burying myself inside him, I grab him by the back of the hair and yank him upright, bringing his body flush to mine. “What are you doing to me?” I ask, growling in his ear. “I say I want to own you, but in reality, it’s you who fucking owns me.”

“What about Sadie?” he whimpers.

“I love how much you want to include her, but remember what she said?” I wrap my hand around his needy cock. “What we have together is its own thing. What I feel for you, I feel for her too. The way you make me feel, how much I want and love you. I feel the same way about her. Don’t think that by you being with me, you’re taking anything away from her. Just relax. Just feel. This is all new to me, too. We’re doing this together. Just me and you.”

“Okay.” He nods his head.

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” he responds without hesitation. Fuck, does that ever hit me in the feels.

Grinding my teeth together, I fight back the sting in my eyes.

“I’m sorry if I’ve ever made you doubt whether my feelings for you are real or not. They are. And I’m done fighting it. I told you. You deserve someone who’s all in. Both you and Sadie do. And I am. It’s just not going to look like it might with the others.Just give me time, okay? I promise, when I can, the whole world will know who owns me.”

“I love you.” He squirms in my arms.

“And I fucking love you,” I growl, biting his neck hard. He moans, relaxing into my touch. “Now, be a good fucking boy and let me make you cum.”

I start to jerk him off as I thrust up into his ass. Over and over, I hit his prostate, making him fall apart for me.

His breathing is heavy as he gasps for air, his body trembling as we both are pushed higher and higher.

He feels too fucking good wrapped around me. My balls are heavy, needing release, to fill him up with every last fucking drop.

“I’m close.” Declan moans, fucking himself into my hand as I pound into his ass.

Every muscle in my body screams as I work him over, my wrist moving faster and faster.

“So am I.” I grunt. “Are you going to be a good boy and take everything I give you?”

“Yes.” He nods his head where it’s lying against my shoulder.

“Are you going to give me what I want?”

“W-what do you want?” He’s breathless, tripping over his words.

“I want you to be a dirty little cum slut and cover this wall with your release,” I growl, nipping at his earlobe.

“Oh fuck,” he sobs.

“Come on, baby boy. Do as you're told.” I need him to cum, I’m so close to losing myself in this man that I’m not going to be able to hold back.

I work him over, every sound of pleasure driving me fucking wild.

“Fuck,” I growl, my hand around his cock tightening while I wrap the hand that was gripping his hip around his throat. “Ifucking love the sounds you make for me, Declan. Listening to you lose yourself in me, knowing I’m making you feel this good, makes me feel like a fucking king.”

The sound that leaves him is my undoing. Declan lets out a strangled cry, his cock jerking in my hand, shooting out ropes of cum, splashing against the wall like I wanted.

“Yes,” I grunt, fucking him through his release as I continue to stroke his cock.

My eyes roll back at the grip his ass has on my cock, and I bite down on his shoulder, letting out a guttural roar as my own release wracks through my body.

Cock pulsing violently inside of him, ropes of cum filling him up, sending a rush through me.