Page 202 of Tall, Royal Hater
I moaned, tipping my head as far to the side as humanly possible. I wanted to spread my knees wider too so he knew I was ready for his pounding, but his bracketing legs had restricted my movement. I whined in frustration. “Sheri.”
He let my skin slowly slip from the suction of his lips before sighing into my ear. “Are you sure you still have enough energy to take my dick, my beautiful menace?” His hand on my back stroked lower with each word.
“Yes,” I said, flicking a glare over my shoulder. “What kind of dumb question is tha—”
The head of his fat cock hooked into my entrance.
He pressed forward, weighing his pelvis against mine, and my words turned into a shuddering gasp as every inch of his dick buried into me with an easy, slick slide. And fuck, he felt so fucking big, so snugly fit, rubbing a sensitive patch of nervesinside me that made short-circuiting sparks light up through my lower half.
“Fuck,” we both grated at the same time.
Shehryar braced his hand on the duvet, his wide body caging me in, and I braced my head back against his shoulder. He lowered his face to the side of mine as he drew his hips back, the sweet friction stealing a whimper from me…
And slammed right back into me, hitting me so good and deep and hard, my thighs shook, toes curled, and eyes popped wide.
I mewled as he groaned in my ear, “Fuck, yes.” And then he plunged into me again, blinding me with white-hot flashes of ecstasy. “This is the best way to shut you up, isn’t it?” He silenced my cry of his name with another hard thrust. “To stop you from being a mouthy brat.” Harder yet, and I swore I could feel him in my stomach. “Besides gagging you on my dick, hmm?”Thrust, thrust, thrust.
“Shehryar,” I choked out, struggling to find pockets of air between the pleasure drowning my lungs.
He pressed his parted lips to my cheek in what felt like a kiss, but his mouth didn’t seem to be cooperating the way he wanted it to. “But it’s also the best way to show you what you do to me.”Thrust. “How much you mean to me.”Thrust. “How you fucking own me.” He paired his thrust with another open-mouthed kiss. “Because you do, Mariyah. You own my body”—thrust—“my head”—thrust—“and my fucking heart too.”Thrust!
“Shehryar, shut up,” I cried out, thrumming like a livewire. I sobbed out between clenched teeth immediately after as he drilled into me. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.Please.”
He was doing it again. He was spouting adorable, heartfelt words while bullying me with his dick. Placing his trust, his heart,himselfin my hands and choking me with his own. Revering me like he was taking his last breath while viciously dragging me down to the swirling pits of insanity with him.
And I loved it. It was my ultimate weakness. It did fluttering things to my belly, heart, and pussy all at once. It made me want to drown in him, soar with him, run from him just so he’d chase me and pin me down and force me to feel the weight of his feelings.
The growing pleasure was equal parts thrilling and terrifying, becoming too much too quickly, but I couldn’t escape it, couldn’t convince him to slow down, couldn’t convince myself to want him to.
“But I need you to know, little menace,” Shehryar purred. “I need to tell you because I want to own you too. I want to own you like you own me.” My head fell forward in an attempt to escape his onslaught, but he skimmed his mouth across the back of my head, pressing his lips into my hair. “Please, Mariyah.” His whisper prickled over my scalp. “I won’t fuck up again, won’t hurt you, won’t break any promises. Let me own you. Be mine. Let me be your boyfriend again.”
His pounding thrusts, the friction of the pillow against my swollen clit, his desperate words—they were speeding me towards another climax. And yet it didn’t seem like I was ever going to reach the highest peak of pleasure when my arse was throbbing hollow with bitter jealousy.
“Sheri—Shehryar,” I mewled. “Put the toy in my ass. Now. Shehryar,now.”
“Say I can be your boyfriend again. I need to hear you say it, little menace. Then I’ll fuck you in every way we both want. Please. Say it. Let me hear it. I’m begging you.”
Bullshit! The dickhead wasn’t begging. He was fucking cornering me, pouting with puppy-dog eyes while holding a knife to my throat. But I didn’t wish to be trapped anywhere else or in any other way.
“You can be my boyfriend,” I got out desperately. “You can—you are. You’re mine.”
I couldn’t tell if he shuddered or if it was just me shaking. “And I own you too?” he said.
I nodded as much as I could with his forehead pinned to the back of my hair. “You do—you do.”
“Thank you, Mariyah,” he rasped and kissed my hair. “Thank you for being mine.”
Fucking Neves, he was genuinely trying to overdose me on pleasure, wasn’t he?
Shehryar halted the sharp rhythm of his hips as he leaned back on his knees, giving me what felt like too few seconds to recover from his sweet torment while he grabbed the bottle of lube and toy.
“Lift your hips higher,” he said, and I shuffled my trembling knees closer in, angling my chest down and pelvis up. “That’s it.” One large hand swept my hair aside and penned my nape to the mattress. “Now tell me the safe word.”
“Red.”
“Good girl.” The slippery, smooth nudge of the toy had me letting out a stifled breath, but he shushed me soothingly. “I won’t let it hurt, Mariyah, and you can stop anytime you want to.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”
