Page 162 of Tall, Royal Hater
The pleading crease between his brows. The possessed desperation in his blown pupils. The way he swayed forward, closer, his mouth hovering over mine. None of it was forced. None of it was fake. Everything about him was true, aching, and stunning.
I stopped breathing for a second. Before air punched back into my lungs and sent a storm of pleasure and power raining down on my belly, suffocating me, drowning me in the best way. But—
“How many women have you shown that face to?” I heard myself say at the abrupt, irritating thought of someone else seeing what I was seeing.
He slid his hands to cup my face as a little smirk lifted his mouth. “Jealous?”
I squared him with a glare and wrapped a squeezing hand around the base of his dick. He jerked and hissed, his face twisting, hands shaking against my cheeks.
I returned the smirk he’d only just worn. “Jealous? When you’ve been pining for me for five years? Not particularly, no.” I dragged my fist up and rubbed my thumbs over his swollen crown, awing at the amount of pre-cum I found beading out. “You’ve always been mine, Sheri.”
He throbbed hot in my palm and moaned gorgeously as I spread the pre-cum down his length. But it wasn’t enough for the kind of eye-rolling, mind-numbing pleasure I wanted to give him.
“Mariyah,” he said through a gasp as I eased back, lowering my upper body. “Fuck, Mariyah.”
I could’ve come just listening to him moan my name; it was the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
“Say you’re mine, Sheri,” I whispered by the tip of his dick.
“I’m yours—I’m yours.” I opened my mouth, but he jerked my face back up, lightly squishing my cheeks. “Don’t do that. Don’t put your mouth on me. I want to fuck you nice and slow tonight, but I won’t be able to if you suck me off.”
I pushed my lips into a disappointed pout. “But I’ve been waiting all night to have you in my mouth.” He uttered something indecipherable under his breath, and a smug smiletwitched across my lips. I cocked my chin, playing the sweet, obedient toy. “Can’t I have a taste? Just a lick. Please, Daddy.”
He groaned up the ceiling, his dick pulsing in my hand, before glaring ferociously back down at me. “One lick, Mariyah. I’m serious. One fucking lick.”
Drooling like my favourite meal was laid out in front of me, I wrapped my mouth around his tip. I moaned, eyes rolling, and Shehryar groaned so fucking loudly. I sucked and swirled my tongue, taking him deeper, massaging his balls in one hand, watching his reaction as I pulled my mouth up. Angling my head, I shaped my lips around the underside of him and traced the vein down and up, then sucked on his tip again until my cheeks hollowed.
“Enough,” he roared, yanking me back. He slipped out of my mouth with a faint pop. “Enough. Get on the bed. On the fucking bed. Now.”
His fingers worked with blinding speed, unbuckling the belt from around my neck. He slipped it out from under my hair and threw it aside. And then we were both tugging and pushing me up onto the mattress. I collapsed onto my back, and Shehryar effortlessly dragged me further up until I had a pillow under my head.
He braced himself over me, the heat and earthy scent of him cradling me. I spread my thighs wider, curled one foot over his firm arse. He dipped a hand between us. I fisted the back of his hair.
At the first nudge of his dick into my pussy, we both sucked in a breath and held it.
His hands came around my cheeks again, thumbs nudging at my lips. He lowered his face closer to mine and stared right into my soul. It should’ve been uncomfortable how intense his gaze was, but it felt so good to be held down by it. I held on to him just as tightly.
“Shehryar,” I whispered.
And he pushed in all the way in one slick slide.
My head lolled back as I moaned and Shehryar groaned into my chin, his lips kissing, breath heaving.
“You’re so perfect, little menace,” he rasped, dragging his hips back. “So fucking beautiful.”
The slow friction, building up some unspeakable kind of pleasure, had me panting as I grazed one set of nails through the bristle on his jaw. “So are you. So bloody, stupidly gorgeous.” A moan tore out of me as he slowly sunk back in, and I could feel through him how tightly my inner muscles clenched. “Oh, fuck.Sheri.”
He kissed my mouth, again and again in long, tugging pecks as he rocked lazily in and out. “You have no reason to ever be jealous.”Kiss. “You were right.”Kiss. “You’ve had me wrapped around your finger for five bloody years.”Kiss. “And I denied it to myself.”Kiss. “To you.”Kiss. “To everyone.”Kiss. “But the feeling of wanting you was always there.”Kiss. “And I fought it, thinking that would be better for everyone.”Kiss. “But you’re impossible to forget. Impossible to really hate.”Kiss. “You’re incomparable to anyone else, little menace.”
Kiss. A long, deep, fierce kiss.
I couldn’t fucking breathe as pleasure swamped my lungs, head, and belly, all because he wouldn’t shut up, wouldn’t stop spouting sweet admissions I had never dreamed of becoming real between us nor ever realised how fucking insane it would feel to be revered the way he was doing it.
The sensation was so intense, my clit felt like it was about to burst again. I just needed…
“Faster,” I breathed out. “Faster, Sheri. I wanna come. I need to come.”
I dipped my one hand between us, desperate to rub the pulsing bud, but Shehryar caught my wrist and dragged it back up.
