Page 75 of Christmas With The Kings
“Maybe this will help.”
He tilted my hips, knocking my swollen and overly sensitive clit on the handle. I let out a loud moan as my flesh relished the pressure. With careful, slow movements, he circled my hips around it.
Then his grip tightened. His calloused hands were so large that he spread my pussy wide with his thumbs as his fingers curled around the outside of my thighs.
“Oh my God, ple—” The word froze on my tongue as he pulled my hips down and the end of his blade pushed past my folds.
“Just the tip,” he murmured.
My head dropped down, and I peeked between my legs. I couldn’t look away as his handle disappeared inside me. Slowly he worked me down lower, rocking my hips side to side. Pleasure shot through me, and I shuddered. Just as I adjusted to the pressure, he was dragging me back up the handle.
Fuck.
He repeated the movement several times, and my breathing hitched. I was panting, my eyes closed as I gave in to this wickedness. On the next pass up, he paused at the tip and then shoved my hips down, burying the knife handle all the way inside me.
I sucked in a gasp and moaned out in pleasure as he did the move again. “Such a dirty little whore, fucking my blade. So pretty. Now you know what to do. Let me watch.”
On a whimper, I nodded, and his hands slipped free. Instantly, I missed the weight of them on me. But I desired to obey him more than anything else in the world.
Slurping noises reached my ears as I fucked myself. Even with heat rushing to my cheeks at the embarrassment of how much I was enjoying this, I didn’t stop.
Knowing which angles worked best for my body, I shifted, and the handle hit that spot inside me that had my eyes rolling back. His name slipped free. He growled in response as I picked up speed, looking to hit it again.
With a bruising grip on my hips, he leaned down and clamped his teeth on the round globe of my ass and bit down. I cried out from the sting but knew from experience that pleasure was right around the corner.
On the next pass down, I paused as the material of his coat was flush with my naked pussy. Moaning, I rocked my clit against a portion of the handle.
Something about knowing I was filled with the weapon he carried on him at all times—fucking the blade he killed men with—sent me into a frenzy. Then, the first flutters of my orgasm settled low in the pit of my stomach.
Sweat broke out as I continued to work my pussy up and down. Then I let my thoughts drift to what his cock was going to feel like sliding into my swollen pussy.
My core throbbed with each beat of my heart. He hadn’t given me clear instructions on if I could come or not. My leg muscles quivered, and I choked out his name.
“What is it,” he barked, reading my body language.
“I want to come, please,” I begged.
“Is that so? And you want to come on my blade?”
“No, Sir, I’d much rather come all over your cock while you fill this pussy with your hot cum. Oh, please.”
The second the words left my mouth, my body betrayed me. Heat bloomed beneath my skin, spreading fast, unstoppable. My knees wobbled, vision sparking at the edges, and I hated that I couldn’t summon even a shred of resistance.
Unconsciously, I bucked my hips harder against the blade handle, moaning as I drew myself right to the edge of no return. He had a way of undoing me without even trying.
Right as my body was ready to give up the fight, and the first tremors started, he yanked me off the blade, throwing me onto my stomach. He smacked my ass hard. One on each cheek.
It revived the sting from the earlier blows he’d given me. Before I could even let out a yelp, he was turning me over, and his fingers were on my nipples. I’d forgotten about the nipple clamps, so consumed with filling my pussy and coming.
He flicked the buds, and just as the moan formed, he unclamped them. Blood rushed back in, and I screamed at the sensation coursing through me. I burst into tears as it instantly brought me down.
How much more could one woman take?
He gathered me in his arms. “Shh, you’re okay. I’ve got you.”
I buried my head in him and clutched at his body. He slid a finger under my chin, tilting my face up. Once more, he leaned inand claimed my mouth.
My lips parted, and his tongue danced with mine. He made a sound, low and unguarded, and it traveled all the way down my spine. We kissed for several minutes, and then he pulled back.
