Page 62 of Triumphant Kings

“Oh fuck.” Sliding my shaky hand between my legs, I play with my clit. The pleasure is almost too much, causing me to tense up.

“Don’t you dare move that hand,” he growls. “Keep touching yourself, Sadie. Push through the feeling, let yourself go.”

I shake my head back and forth. “I can’t. It’s too much.”

“No, it’s not. Just a little more. You can do it, baby. Play with yourself, make yourself cum. I want you soaking my cock with your juices. Make my dick drip with your release.”

Closing my eyes, I try to focus on the feeling. It’s intense, too much, but I know the reward is worth it.

I keep going, the sounds of my whimpers and cries filling the room, mixing with his praise.

“That's it, keep going. I can feel you quivering around me. You're close, so close.”

“It’s too much.” I gasp, shaking my head as the feeling grows. “I can’t. It feels... it feels like....”

“Like you have to pee?” I nod my head, cheeks heating. “You're not going to pee. Keep going. I promise you’re going to feel so fucking good.”

I know he’s right. I’ve felt this before, but only once. It’s still something I’m not used to. Not sure I’d ever be used to it. It’s too much, too powerful for me to handle. “I can’t.” I sob, the feeling inside me not exactly unwelcome but sure as hell not something I’ve ever felt before.

“Yes. You. Can,” he says with every thrust.

“Oh god, oh fuck. I’m gonna—” I move my fingers faster and faster, my body writhing beneath him. I don’t even care about the rhythm of his movements; all I care about is reaching the orgasm just out of reach.

“Shhh,” he soothes, brushing my sweaty hair back from my face as his thrusts slow. My eyes flutter open, my breathing so quick I feel like I might pass out. Eyes on him, he takes his hand and places it over mine, and moves my fingers over my clit.

I’m a mess now, the sounds coming out of me are not even human at this point, as he pins me to the bed with his hips, keeping me from moving away as the feeling builds higher and higher.

“Cum for me, Sunshine. Just let go.” He kisses me on the forehead, and I give in, pushing past the foreign feeling as I shatter for him.

A scream rips from my throat as my body thrashes on the bed. Stars burst behind my eyes, pussy fluttering around his cock wildly as more liquid leaves me than normal. I don’t even care as my climax reaches its peak and I fucking see heaven.

Pure ecstasy takes over my body, knocking the air out of my lungs.

“Hottest fucking thing ever,” Collin growls, his thrusts picking back up as he starts to fuck me again, even harder this time. It keeps my orgasm going, my eyes squeezed shut as I claw at the bed.

Collin lets out a sound so primal it has me moaning as his body tenses. With one last thrust, he buries himself inside me. His cock pulses, filling me with hot ropes of cum.

I shiver, my body overly sensitive. I’m jello, my bones done for.

“Such a good fucking girl, squirting for me,” he praises, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

“I’ll never get used to that,” I murmur, smiling sleepily up at him, his praise making me feel good.

“You’ve squirted before?” He narrows his eyes.

“Maybe.” I shrug, loving how jealous he is.

“With Raymond?”

I snort a very unladylike laugh. “Fuck no. That man couldn’t get a girl wet even if it was raining.”

“Thought so.” He grins. “Then who?”

“Grayson.” I lick my lips.

“Lucky bastard,” he grumbles.

“Hey.” I laugh. “You just made me, too. So don’t get all grumpy.”