Page 52 of Viking

“Like hell you are.”

“Unless ...” She pouts, but the corners of her mouth twitch as if she’s hiding a smile.Fucking cock tease. “You have a better idea?”

“Yeah, I got a better idea. How ’bout you put some fuckin’ clothes on?”

“You don’t want me to wear your shirt?”

“Whatever gave you that impression?”

“Fine. I’ll take it off.”

I release her and exhale through my nose. “Thank you.”

Arie reaches for the hem of her shirt and lifts it over her head. She tosses it on the bed and stands before me with her chin tilted in the air and a challenge in her gaze. She’s completely fucking naked, her milky skin edible and her rosy tits mocking me with their puckered, upturned nipples.

“Fuck, Arie.” I sit heavily on the bed, pull the bottle of spiced rum from the nightstand, and drink it straight from the lip.

“I want you, Viking.”

I laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You’re seventeen. You don’t know what you want.”

“All my life, people have told me what to do, how I should be, what I should say, eat, and pray for. All my life I’ve followed their rules ... until I stabbed the Prophet.” She inches closer, wedges herself into the space between my legs. My hand instinctively wraps around the back of her knee and pulls her into me. She straddles my waist and throws her arms around my neck. Her pussy grinds against my dick, soaking my jeans.

“Today is my eighteenth lunar year—my birthday. And I know what I want for my present. Are you going to take that from me too? Are you going to make all my decisions for me? And tell me no, Prez?”

She straightens, thrusts her tits in my face. My fingers sink into her hips, holding her still, so hard she’ll be bruised afterward, but it’s all the control I have left, and we both know it’s slipping.

That red hair spills over her shoulders, brushing the tops of my hands. Just one more fucking thing to torment me. She pushes her body forward until her nipples brush my lip.

“Please, Viking. Please?”

Her begging is the final fucking nail in my coffin.

Slowly, I open my mouth and suck her gorgeous fucking tits, one and then the other. Her whole body arches, her back bowing at an unnatural angle. I squeeze one breast while my lips worship the other. Back and forth, I suck and knead until she’s panting and slamming her hips against my crotch, rubbing her little pussy on my rock-hard dick.

I grip her hips again and help her rock back and forth. Her head falls back, and I thrust against her. Arie’s breath comes in short, sharp pants. This is not how I imagined making her come for the first time, but then, nothing about this girl has gone according to plan. Maybe it’s okay for me to relinquish a little control so she has dominion over her body.

If she wants to ride my cock through my fucking jeans, who the fuck am I to stop her?

“Viking,” she whispers between desperate breaths.

I run one hand up her hip to her tits and back again, and then I trail my fingers lower and apply a little pressure over her pubic bone.

“Oh,” she moans, and her body jerks on top of mine. Her tits bounce in my face, and I dart out my tongue with one wet swipe across her nipple as she comes, her pussy dripping all over my goddamn jeans.

“Fuck, bitch. You rode me so hard with your juicy pussy, I think I got a little chafing.”

Her bright gaze lands on me, and her brows pull together. She pants, “I’m sorry. I’ve never ...”

It’s my turn to frown.What the fuck? “Are you telling me you’ve never had an orgasm, darlin’.”

She shakes her head, her eyes wide and innocent. “I don’t know what that is.”

“Jesus.” My whole body goes ramrod straight with rage.

Arie clambers off, her legs trembling as she stands before me with her head bent, her eyes downcast. Her colorful hair hangs, sweaty and limp, in a curtain in front of her face, reminding me so much of the little mermaid we’d found on the beach that day. There’s a little more meat on her bones now, her tits have filled out, her hips have widened a few inches, and the only bruises marring her flesh are the ones from my fingers digging into her hips—and already a reddish pink blemish on her pale skin.

I grab her chin and yank her head up to me. “Quit that fuckin’ submissive shit. You’re not my goddamn captive, Arie. You’re my fuckin’ equal.”

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