Page 199 of Tall, Royal Hater
His smirk widened as he circled his whole hand around my throat. “Fuck, indeed.” He leaned into me like he was going to kiss me but stopped short. “It’s my turn now.”
Double fuck.
“Up.” He jerked himself into a crouch and higher, forcing me to stagger upright with him.
I saw the quickest glimpse of the discarded gauze scarf behind him before he gave me a shove by the throat. It was enough to send me tipping backwards. I landed on the duvet with a sharp inhale, the other toy I’d taken out, a box of tissues and bottle of lube bouncing on the mattress with me.
Shehryar loomed over me at the edge of the bed like a half-naked, sweaty warrior about to conquer his stolen bride. Eyes piercing, dark, and ferocious. Stance restless.
His dick was still semi-hard. Or again…
Anticipation jabbed through my clit as I gaped between his sticky groin and wild stare. He bent forward and gripped one of my ankles.
“She—ri!” My voice turned into a squeak when he flipped me onto my stomach. He snuck his hands under my thighs, yanking me back down the mattress. I scraped my nails into the duvet for purchase.
He lifted my lower half slightly onto my knees while I was still disorientated, my hair curtaining my vision. I flicked my chin to the left, knocking the strands away, wanting to look back at him, but—
Slap. A choked noise cracked against the back of my teeth as he clipped me hard across one arse cheek. I cried out as he did the same to the other side, harder, the sound and sensation meaner. No doubt leaving a bright red handprint on my pale olive skin.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you so much,” he groaned and landed two more harsh spanks on my arse.
While the sting was still fresh, he curved one arm under my thigh and squeezed my derriere in the vicious grip of both hands. Luscious pain had my eyes rolling and mouth hanging open. He spread me apart, and fuck, I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his feverish gaze scouring my intimate area, feel his hunger in the way his breath quickened.
“Your pretty cunt is still so fucking wet for me,” he purred, his low voice snapping up the rubber band tied between my belly and clit. “Did you like teasing me that much, little menace?”
I bit my lip and nodded without glancing back. “Fuck yes.”
He puffed out a single breathy laugh. “Good.” His beard tickled my sensitive skin as he pressed a gentle kiss to the inner side of my arse, right by my throbbing sex. “Because I loved it too.” He kissed lower, and I eagerly wiggled my knees further apart, needing him closer.More. “I loved the way you looked at me when I begged.” He kissed the other side. “The way you called me a ‘good boy.’Fuck, that made my dick ache so much.” And lower, so fucking close to my clit. “And the way you touched me and made me come so hard all over myself nearly killed me; I couldn’t fucking see straight.”
“Sheri,” I whined, loving the way he was listing how good he’d felt but hating that he wasn’t touching me where I wanted him toat the same time. The frustration was curdling my patience, and I couldn’t wait any longer—didn’t want to.
But before I could even make another sound, he set his mouth over my clit, skipping right past any gentle coaxing, and sucked it into his mouth in a long, lavishing tug. My stomach bottomed out as I gasped up at the ceiling. A groan rumbled from the back of his throat and shook through me, flashing white stars before my eyes. I pushed back, desperate for those stars to become a permanent fixture in my vision. But he pulled off, dragging a licking suck back across my derriere.
“No,” I groaned in frustration. “Shehryar, please.”
He slapped my arse cheek hard enough to make me hiss. “Don’t fucking try to rush me, little menace.”
Gone was the whimpering, flushed submissive who looked so pretty on his knees. Kneeling behind me, his eyes piercing into my soul, was the possessed, orgasm-whispering man who liked being called Daddy. The one who was equal parts generous and deadly.
His voice softened as he caressed his hand up and down the sides of my thighs. “I want to take my time eating your cunt and arse before I fuck them both. And if I’m going to take my time, I need my beautiful menace to be comfortable. So stretch out for me however you like—do you want a pillow?”
“I think I can reach.” I strained my right arm and snagged the fatter of my two pillows from the corner. I tucked it lengthwise under my body from my rib cage up, leaving enough space to rest my chin against. I sagged atop it, cuddling into it, knowing I’d need the support with the kind of sweet way Shehryar was talking—he was planning to wreck me within an inch of my life.
Then I grabbed the small, rectangular cushion I kept at the side of my bed and whipped it around to offer it to him. “For your old knees.”
“Old?” he echoed with a playful scowl but took the cushion.
I let him catch a glimpse of my smirk before angling away. “You heard me—Daddy.”
He let out a slow, growled breath while he shuffled around. “You just love being a brat, don’t you?”
So, so much.
But I didn’t say it aloud. Instead, I smugly swiped my tongue between my teeth as I gathered my hair over my other shoulder, tucking my left cheek into the edge of the pillow. But when he caressed the roughened pads of his hands over and under my arse, anchoring one arm around me, my impudence wavered like a flag in the wind, knowing I was about to face his onslaught of dragged-out orgasms.
“I’m going to show you exactly why you love it so much,” he grated before burying his face between my legs.
Without any visuals of what he was doing, my nerves and senses worked overtime, intensifying the flood of prickling warmth as he rolled his tongue around my clit. He didn’t let me float leisurely amongst endless bubbles of pleasure. He built it up, sucked slow and determined, popping each one into flashes of whizzing sparklers. And then he licked through my fluttering sex, and down, and sucked, and teased, and whispered dirty praises and promises, and drove me fucking insane.
