Page 63 of Broken Embers

I stand up, and her hands reach out, pulling at my shirt until I’ve pulled it over my head and tossed it on the floor. She runs her hands over my torso, making my muscles jerk from her soft touch.

I rip off my pants and slide between her legs, my hands gripping her hips as I pull her to the edge of the dresser. My cock is throbbing, desperate to be inside her. She reaches for me, her hand wrapping around my shaft, stroking me with a firm grip that makes me groan.

“Fuck I love your hands on me.” My voice comes out ragged before I pull her hands away and line myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her slick folds.

Sabrina pushes forward, the walls of her pussy pulsing around it and I slam into her in one brutal thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She screams my name, her nails raking down my back as I start fucking her with a savage rhythm. The dresser creaks beneath us, the sound drowned out by the slap of skin on skin and her desperate moans. Her pussy is so fucking tight, clenching around me like she’s trying to milk every drop from my cock.

I grab her hips, pulling her onto me with every thrust, driving deeper, harder. Her pert breasts bounce with every movement, and I lean down to take one in my mouth, sucking hard on her nipple until she’s crying out again. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer, and I can feel her getting tighter, her walls fluttering around me as she gets closer to another orgasm.

“Come for me,” I growl against her skin. “Come on my cock like a good girl.”

She does. Her body shudders as she comes again, her pussy squeezing me so tight it’s almost painful. I fuck her through it, my own orgasm building with one last plunge a guttural groan rips through my throat as I spill my seed inside her.

I collapse against her, our foreheads pressed together as we both struggle to catch our breath. Sabrina’s arms are wrapped around my neck, and I can feel her heart racing against mine, her body quivering with tiny shudders as the last ripples of pleasure tickle her.

We stay like that for a moment—breathless, tangled, alive.

“I love you,” she whispers.

“You have no idea how much I love,” I say, brushing my lips over hers. “Don’t do what you did to me again.”

“I’m sorry,” she murmurs, her lips trailing down to my chin, then my neck, her tongue flicking out to taste the salt on my skin. She nuzzles my ear, her breath hot and fucking filthy.

My cock twitches inside her, and I let out a low groan. Her hand slides down my chest, her fingers tracing the ridges of my abs before she palms my pecs, her nails scraping over my nipples. “Oh, fuck, baby, you’re going to have to stop that or we’re going to miss all the action.”

“This is all the action I want,” she purrs, her hips starting to move in slow, deliberate circles. I feel her pussy clench around me again, those tight little muscles flexing and pulsing around my dick.

“What are you doing, you little minx?” I growl, my hands gripping her hips trying to still her as my shaft is already starting to harden again, that warm, wet heat of her pussy as she massages me starting to drive me insane.

“Kegels,” she says with this innocent little smirk that makes me want to flip her over and fuck her senseless. “A woman has to look after all parts of her body.”

Her tongue darts out, running a hot, wet trail down between my pecs before swirling around each nipple, her teeth grazing them just enough to make me curse. “Oh, fuck,” I groan, lifting her off the dresser with one arm, my cock still buried deep inside her. I carry her to the bed, her legs wrapped around my waist, and lay us down, her body sprawled beneath me.

“I want to ride you,” she whispers, her eyes dark with hunger. I flip us over in one smooth motion, and she straddles me, her pussy sliding down my cock until I’m buried to the hilt. Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she starts to move, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles.

“Fuck, Sabrina,” I groan, my hands gripping her thighs as she rides me like she’s trying to break me. Her breasts bounce with every movement, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I reach up and grab them, pinching and twisting until she lets out a moan that goes straight to my cock.

Her pussy is so fucking tight, so fucking wet, and I can feel every inch of her as she grinds down on me, her clit rubbing against my pelvis with every thrust. “You feel so fucking good,” she gasps, her hands braced on my chest as she rides me harder, faster, her body trembling on the edge of another orgasm.

“Come for me, baby,” I growl, slapping her ass hard enough to make her yelp. “Let me feel that tight little pussy squeeze my cock.”

She lets out a scream as she comes, her pussy clamping down on me like a fucking vice, and I can’t hold back anymore. I thrust up into her, my member pulsing as I fill her with every last drop of cum.

We collapse together, our bodies slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync. My arms close around her, and I hold her until our breathing returns to normal.

“If I don’t get up now…” Sabrina teases and kisses me before sitting. “I won’t have time for a quick shower.”

I’m tempted to follow her, but I know what will happen in there, and we have to get ready for what’s to come.

Two hours later, we’re ready.

Boots on. Coats zipped. Weapons concealed.

We head out the front entrance of the palace.

And stop cold.

The grounds are crawling with RMSAD agents.

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