Page 46 of King of My Heart

“Don’t rush me. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t. I can take you.”

I felt him tense behind me. “I’m sure you can. But this pussy is tight,” he said, sliding one finger inside, making me gasp. “So damn wet, but so fucking tight.”

I moaned as he added a second finger, sliding it in and out of my pussy. I arched my back a little more, pushing back each time he pushed inside. “Please,” I begged, needing more than just his fingers.

He continued for another while until I had gotten used to the thickness of his two fingers, and I felt empty the second he pulled them out. “Caspian.”

“Patience.”

“I don’t have any. Please, fuck me already.”

A low chuckle left him, and after giving me a hard slap on my ass, I finally felt the tip of his cock against my entrance. I pushed back, but every time I did, he pulled away.

Rude.

I rolled my eyes and decided not to push. To simply give him all the damn time he needed to finally fuck me. Even if it took a lot of strength, I let him be in control.

“Good girl,” he murmured when he noticed that I gave up urging him, and my body shook all over with how hot those two words sounded coming out of his mouth.

He brushed his tip through my folds, getting my wetness all over it before he pressed it against my entrance. He slid inside in one swift move, and I cried out, feeling him deep inside of me.

“Oh God,” I breathed, clawing the covers with my hands.

He stayed buried inside of me for a moment to let us both adjust to the feeling. “I’m no God, baby, but you can call me King.”

In any other situation, and with any other man, hearing that sentence would’ve made my skin crawl withembarrassment. But it was Caspian saying it, and it just made sense. Shit, he hadn’t even truly fucked me yet, and he was already the death of me.

“King,” I croaked, looking over my shoulder to watch his face. “I want you to fuck me hard.”

His grip on my hips tightened. He pulled out of me, then thrust back in with a hard push that made me cry out his name. I heard him curse under his breath as he found his rhythm, fucking me slow but hard.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. I held my position, loving the sound of our skin slapping against each other.

“So goddamn tight,” he said through clenched teeth.

He moved faster, hitting a spot deep inside of me that no man ever hit and making me feel things I never felt before. But it wasn’t just his cock that made things different from other times I had sex. It was Caspian who was mature and experienced, knowing exactly how to move and fuck a woman to make her feel good.

Everything about this was perfect, and I didn’t want it to end.

Just when I had that thought, he pulled out of me. I whined, begging him to come back. Instead, he gripped me by the hips again and turned me around to make me face him.

“Come here,” he demanded, pulling me up to stand in front of him. Before I could even think of what his intentions were, he moved around me to sit on the edge of the bed, and I faced him again, waiting for him to pull me onto his lap.

“Ride me,” he demanded. “I need to see your pretty face when I fuck you.”

Anything.

At this point, he could do anything to me.

I straddled his lap, and with a few quick movements, he was inside of me again. I slid down his length while holding on tohis shoulders, moaning as his cock buried deep into my pussy. It felt even better this way.

His hands were on my ass, lifting and lowering me while I moved my hips simultaneously.

Our eyes were locked on each other, and the fire in his mirrored mine. “So damn perfect. A pretty face and a tight little pussy. And you’re all mine.”

His possessiveness didn’t bother me.

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