Page 200 of Tall, Royal Hater
I was panting, hands clawing at my bedding, teetering on the verge of an orgasm when he replaced the swipes of his tongue with the pad of his thumb and licked his way up higher and higher. My lungs collapsed in, knowing where his destination was. But just before he tongued the puckered bud of my arsehole, he lifted his face and spat right over it.
I gasped as a dozen gasoline-soaked arrows launched into the fire burning in my middle.Fuck…
That wasn’t supposed to be arousing, but why was it the sexiest fucking thing ever?
“Look at you fucking twitching,” he groaned as he pulled my arse wider apart. “You like being spat on, little menace?”
The blood rising to the surface of my skin stung hotter. “I shouldn’t,” I breathed out, trying to convince myself more than I was answering him.
“But you do. Because you love being a dirty little slut for Daddy.” My pussy throbbed as the slow trickle of his spit slid between my crease. “Having all your holes played with. Being spat on. You’re shameless in claiming your pleasure, and it’s fucking stunning.”
Some filthy, wanton sense of pride swelled low inside me and put pressure on the ecstasy throbbing to a peak. “Shut up and do it again.”
He huffed out a chuckle. “Such a demanding little brat.” But he indulged me anyway and spat over my arsehole again.
I moaned, lusty and unabashed. “Fuck, yes.”
Shehryar groaned in reply. “You drive me fucking insane, Mariyah.”
And then he swiped his tongue up the trail of spit and rolled it over and around my rear hole. Pressing, moaning, tasting like he was savouring the experience. All the while, he kept moving his thumb in steady, purposeful circles over my clit.
I melted. Literally. My nerves tingled and vibrated with so much energy, they warmed my muscles to squidgy, boneless putty and my knees slipped wider, pressing me deeper into the pillow.
“Fuck, Sheri,” I half moaned, half whimpered. He replied with a shuddering exhale, prodding the flat of his tongue with more pressure, and my mind went blank.
I wasn’t embarrassed to say it didn’t take long for me to climax, crying and clinging on to the duvet as every fibre in my body trembled while Shehryar kept up his leisurely, sloppy tonguing.
“Good girl,” he whispered between two slow swirling licks. “Such a good girl for coming for me.”
But he didn’t let up. Because he was just getting started.
He slid his thumb off my sensitive clit, only to dip one thick finger into my still-quaking cunt. He’d just about thrust it out slowly before a second finger joined, the delicious stretch and friction zinging like shooting stars through my muscles. He curled them down, rubbing over a spot that made my thighs spasm, and set his mouth back over my arsehole with his thumb on my clit again, throwing my pleasure straight back onto a springing trampoline.
When he had me panting and rocking into his mouth and fingers again, Shehryar rolled his tongue around my rear hole one last time before easing back. Through hazy eyes, I caught him snatch up the small bottle of lube, then heard the flick of the lid. He moved almost lazily, in bloody slow motion as he drizzled the clear liquid over my throbbing back entrance. My heart was running a mile a minute in anticipation as the cool gel oozed and trickled against my tingling skin.
He finally dropped the bottle and caught the sticky substance on the tip of one blunt finger as he circled and teased and tested me with gentle nudges, and nothing but gentle fucking nudges.
“Sheri,” I groaned. “Put it in. Put your finger in.”
I was quickly reaching my limit, soon to lose my fucking mind, wanting desperately to come and to scream at him to screw prep; I just wanted him to shove the pink dildo in my eyeline straight into my arse so I could shatter, implode. I needed something, anything to fill the hollow ache in me that seemed painfully unquenchable at that point.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck this pretty ass first,” the taunting, mean, controlling dickhead whispered as he pulsed his finger against the ring of muscle without quite penetrating it.
I scrunched my face up to the ceiling, struggling to think and form words as coiling pleasure began erasing my cognitive ability. “I don’t care—I don’t fucking care! Just fuck it, you dickhead. Please, please.” I whimpered as I dropped my cheek back against the pillow, a liquid blur robbing me of my vision. “Fuck my ass, Daddy. I want it in my ass. Whatever you give me. Your fingers, your dick, the fucking dildo—I want the dildo. I want it in my ass and pussy at the same time. Just fill me up, Sheri. Make me feel full. Make it hurt so good. Make it rough. Please, just give it to me.”
There was a second of absolute silence…then the pressure of his finger intensified. Quickly. Breaching the softened muscle. Pushing the cool lube in. Stretching my arse. Filling it all the way to the knuckle.
And he didn’t stop.
He dragged his finger in a callous, forceful pump. Then another. And another, working the lube into me, making my arse accommodate him while his fingers kept filling my cunt in alternate thrusts. Into my arse, out of my pussy.In, out. In, out. In, out. Harder as he rubbed my clit faster.
“I’m gonna—Sheri, I’m, fuck, I’m—”
“Come,” he snarled.
A rope of molten metal lassoed around my belly. My eyes crossed, legs locked up, and I shattered apart on a hoarse, choked sound. An otherworldly light swirled like a kaleidoscope in my vision as my lungs withered to nonexistence under the burning high.
Shehryar refused to let my lungs recover. He refused to let me come down from oblivion.
