Page 201 of Tall, Royal Hater
“Sheri,” I sobbed, trying to claw and wriggle away from his fingers, still moving, still torturing me with swipes across my oversensitive clit. But either I was too weak, or I didn’t actuallywant to escape the discomfort of too much pleasure because I barely moved. “Shehryar! It’s too much, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he rasped, softening the pressure of his thumb, but his fingers kept filling me. “You can take it.”In, out.“I know you can, menace.”In, out.“Can’t you, hmm?”In, out.“Please. For me.”
Bastard! Asshole! Dickhead! That wasn’t fair.
He knew I was weak to his pleading, a fucking cube of ice lying on tarmac on a hot summer’s day. He was using it against me. It was manipulation in its most base form.
And it set off a fluttering tornado of butterflies in my middle.
“I hate you,” I whined, rocking back into his fingers. “I hate you so much.”
I felt the broad shape of his satisfied grin as he settled the bottom half of his face into the softness of my backside. “I know.” His muffled words were followed by a kiss. “But can you spread your ass for me so I can show you how much I like you, my menace?”
The butterflies squealed his name, and all minor fractures of frustration marring my bones healed instantaneously. Without shame or complaint, I braced on my shoulders and cheek and reached back with both hands to pull my arse apart.
“That’s it,” he crooned. “Just like that. So fucking beautiful.”
He fingered me in alternate pumps for a few more breaths before he slipped his fingers out of my cunt and gripped high up on my thigh just under my own hand.
I felt the testing swipe of an additional finger against my rear entrance before he dragged the other one out and braced both digits against the stretched ring of muscle. “Breathe out for me, Mariyah.”
I did as I was told, and he pushed gradually, increasingly, relieving some pressure, then pressing more. There was an instant where it didn’t seem like his two fingers were going to fitin, just a split second…before they punctured through. And kept going.
My back dipped into an arch as I moaned, mouth falling open the further he pushed his fingers. He moved steadily but didn’t stop to give me a second to get used to the odd, too-full sensation. But I didn’t want him to. I didn’t want his mercy, only his domination. I could take it.
“That’s it, little menace,” he crooned as his knuckles pressed between my arse. “Well done.” I whined his name, and he laid a kiss over the small of my back. “How does it feel, hmm?”
I choked on a mewl as he pushed his fingers back in, pressing further, rocking the tips against my insides. “Full. So full, but in the best way.”
“Yeah?” He laid another kiss on my arse cheek. “You look full too in the best way, and it’s fucking gorgeous.” He pressed in with a little more force. “But I need you to tell me if it hurts, and we’ll take this slower. I’ll switch back to one finger.”
“No,” I sobbed out, shaking my head aggressively. “Don’t switch. Don’t you fucking dare, Sheri. It’s so good.” My words came out gritted as he drove in harder. “More. Give me more.”
“Fuck,” he said through a growled breath. “Anything for you, little menace.”
Without warning, he shoved two fingers back into my sopping wet cunt at the same time as thrusting his fingers deep into my arse.
And I shrieked, eyes squeezed shut as molten blades of pleasure shredded my belly to ribbons.
He pulled out and plunged into both holes at the same time, no longer giving me any momentary reprieve with alternating thrusts but forcing me to feel how he was ramming me full. He lit match after match under each ribboned segment inside me. Harder. Faster. Until I could no longer hold on to my arse withboth hands and desperately clawed at the duvet with one set of fingers.
“Fuck, just listen to you—just look at you,” he rasped with a menacingly amused snarl lacing his words. “You’re moaning and shaking like a such greedy fucking whore.” He scissored his fingers in my arse, and I cried out at the bittersweet stretch. “Your ass is getting nice and loose, and this pussy—this stunning pussy won’t stop weeping.” As if my body wanted to prove his point, loud squelches followed his series of jerking thrusts into me. “If I touch your clit, will you come again? Will you scream for Daddy?”
“Please, please, please,” I chanted, unable to get any other word past my bared teeth.
He moaned, long and low. “I should’ve done this sooner. Should’ve fucked you years ago.”
The moment he pressed his thumb over my throbbing clit, I knew it was all over. But when he wiggled it from side to side, I swore my life flashed before my eyes. I was convinced the spiralling snowball of my orgasm was going to knock me flat and out forever.It nearly did.
My climax turned the lights off behind my eyes, or maybe I squeezed them shut, as I sobbed and shook violently for the longest eternity I’d ever experienced in my sexually active lifespan. It didn’t seem like it was ever going to end. But for once, Shehryar’s fingers slowed, allowing me to slip back down through the afterquakes until I was gooey and unresponsive before stopping altogether.
The loud wet sound as he took all four fingers out of me should’ve been humiliating, but I was seeing four blurred versions of my own hand and didn’t have the brain power to care that I was probably wetting the duvet.
I barely even registered the hissed string of curses behind me before Shehryar grated, “I need to fuck you. I need to be inside you. Now. Right fucking now.”
The mattress sank at the edge from the pressure of two hands as the looming heat of him grew taller. There came a quick rustle of fabric being shoved down and off, then he ripped the pillow under me to the side, replacing it with the trunk of his arm. I was dragged up diagonally on the mattress, his movements jagged and rushed, with the pillow aligned horizontally under my pelvis. Then he climbed over me, his knees on either side of mine as I tucked my hair back over one shoulder again.
He pressed heavily on the curve of my back with one palm as his other hand landed by my upper arm. His hot, desperate mouth kissed and licked over my shoulder, nipping at my damp skin, moving higher until his tongue was lapping at the pulse just under my ear, chantingencore, encore, encoreto my arousal. Not that it had drifted remotely far anyway. It had been standing right behind the curtain, eagerly waiting for his next signal.
