Page 77 of Red King

I rub on her clit, and her eyes go wide. Her mouth falls open. She groans deeply when I thrust a finger inside and then two. I keep rubbing on her clit; her already wet pussy gets slicker by the second. By the time I add a third finger, she’s panting and mewling.

Then I pull her legs up high on my hips. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

I bite back a vicious snarl as my tip breaches her tight pussy. I definitely grunt because tight is an understatement. It’s like being squeezed in a velvet sheath. Hot and wet. I groan deeply as I work my way into her…slowly…slowly. I grunt a good few times.

“You okay?”

“More,” she groans.

I go a little deeper, and her mouth parts as she drags in ragged breaths. Her eyes are wide and on mine. It feels intimate. It feels like a lot. Like more than it should, since this is only fucking. I don’t dwell on it. I go with it instead.

Her hands grip my shoulders, her nails biting into me. I take it slow, pushing deeper and deeper and deeper still. I grunt a few more times, sounding more like my beast than a human.

I hope to god I don’t scare her.

She feels good.

So good.

I forgot how good.

So fucking good that my head is spinning. There’s something about Paisley that makes me feel lighter. Something about her that makes me feel happy. I want to lose myself in her, just for a little while.

She whimpers and bites her lip. Her eyes are filled with awe and with pleasure. So much pleasure.

“This okay?” I manage to push out. My words are barely intelligible. My hands are buried in the comforter on either side of her head.

By now, her knees are up high, almost by her ears. I’m moving slowly, in and out of her wet pussy. My body rubbing against her clit. My cock up against her G-spot.

She mewls in a noise of agreement.

I stop moving. “You sure?”

“Don’t stop,” she whispers, clutching me tighter. “I need more. More!” Her nails bite into me.

It takes a few minutes before I bottom out. I groan deep as my balls hit.

“I didn’t think you’d fit,” she pants out.

“I almost don’t,” I say between gritted teeth.

“Perfect,” she moans.

“Doesn’t get better.”

We both groan as I move in and out of her a few times more, going all the way in and all the way out. I go slowly. Carefully. I can hardly move. Hardly breathe. Once my dick is good and coated in her juices, I pull out and then flip her over onto her knees.

“This okay?”

“Stop asking me that.” She sounds annoyed, and I love it. “I’m having fun. I’m enjoying myself. I want you inside me. I’m fine with different positions. Go to town on me. I won’t break. My safe word is ‘asshole.’ Fuck me already.”

So feisty.

I laugh, gripping her hips. “You’d better not scream ‘asshole,’” I say as I push into her.

She groans as I slide inside. I grunt as I hit home.

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