Page 83 of Tall, Royal Hater
Her laboured breaths were a sweet melody, but it was fucking beautiful the way her cunt convulsed from the aftershocks of her climax. Each quiver echoed proudly down my middle to pull on my dick.
Shit. I wanted to fuck her pink, soaked pussy so badly. The idea, the thought, the possibility had my eyes threatening to roll to the back of my head. I needed to bury myself deep inside her desperately.
Soon. In a minute.
I inhaled her warm, earthy scent deeply, and a rough moan formed in the base of my throat. Forcing myself to uncurl my arm from around her thigh, I licked my wet lips and wiped my palm over my trimmed beard. The low sound of satisfaction trapped in my throat came flooding out as I edged forward over her, taking in her limp, lush form.
Thighs spread wide and slack, there was evidence of her multiple orgasms covering her sex and wetting the bedding underneath. Her chest heaved, her gorgeous hips begged myhands to grip them, and her rose-pink nipples were still puckered tight. I’d covered her pale olive skin all over in red bite marks that would bruise by morning, though I hadn’t left any where they would be seen easily. Her hair was messy from all her squirming, locks of blonde stuck to her damp skin, and her face was so flushed and eyes so glazed and unfocused that she looked like she was going to pass out.
She was stunning, completely painted in delirium like she’d been playing in a sex dungeon.
My sex dungeon. Tied up like a fucking cum-slut. So pretty and ready to be taken.
A fucking brat who’d been punished by her Daddy.Almost.
“It’s a shame your toy ran out of charge,” I said, picking it up from by her thigh and showing the drenched length to her. “I think you would have screamed so nicely if it’d lasted one more orgasm.”
Tired relief etched itself all over her as her arm and head eased more heavily into the pillow. She’d assumed I’d meant I was done.Cute.
My lips pulled up in one corner as I pressed the bulbous head of the toy to the side of her neck. Her rib cage dipped but didn’t rise immediately, and cautious clarity edged over her irises as her long, dark blonde lashes fluttered higher.
I dragged it across to the central point of her neck, leaving a trail of her wetness against her skin. Throwing it aside on the mattress somewhere, I dipped my head and traced the gleaming liquid with my tongue, lapping it up along with the saltiness of her sweat.
Sucking in a breath, she threw her head back, giving me more access, and I groaned in bliss.
“So fucking good,” I said against the crook of her neck. She gave a whole-body shudder underneath me. “But your punishment isn’t over yet.”
She made an indecipherable sound as her brows rose, then scrunched in apprehension before settling into a defiant glare.Fucking dickhead, I practically heard her expression call me.
I arched a brow. “You’re still giving me attitude?”
She didn’t look away or second-guess her expression. My chest vibrated with a grated chuckle. She was such a damned brat but fuck if it didn’t make my dick throb harder with arousal.
“Suit yourself, menace,” I said, my voice thick, and leaned on one hand to free the other.
Dragging my fingers across her temple, I pushed a lock of her soft, messy hair back. She glared and tried to shake me off, but her movement allowed me to follow the strand to the back of her head and anchor my fingers into her hair. I gave her a little tug, forcing her head back and her chin high before I set my mouth back on her warm, flushed neck.
I kissed and licked all over the sensitive skin of her throat. Going by her heavy breaths and trembling, she loved it, but the venom in her dilated eyes tried to tell me otherwise. She was still fighting me, so I lapped open-mouthed at the spot under her ear until she moaned loudly.
I moved lower. And lower. I lavished her body all over. Every spot I’d already marked, leaving behind several more. I teased her nipples, though it didn’t seem they were very sensitive until I sucked on them harder. I licked the inside of her elbows. I kissed down her soft belly as it contracted and tensed. I rolled my tongue over her pubic bone, across the lines on her thighs, the back of her knees.
The only place I didn’t touch was her cunt.Not directly.
I stroked my fingers around it and down the crevice of her inner thighs. I blew on her sensitive nub and made her back arch up off the mattress. All while she strained and groaned under my teasing.
But I wanted her feverish. I wanted her desperate. I wanted to torment her and drive her mad before I fucked her hard.
So, I bullied her and denied her what I’d given her so much and so hard of for more than an hour.
Until she snapped with a frustrated shriek.
I rose back on my haunches and Mariyah kicked one foot out, almost knocking me right in the groin. Reacting sharply, I snatched the back of her knee, pushing her leg up towards her chest. Before she bent the other to try to land a kick, I clasped the soft flesh of the back of her thigh and pushed her leg out wide, spreading her cunt deliciously.
Trapped, her chest rose and fell angrily, and her ocean-blue eyes glowed with hatred. Oddly, I kind of wanted to grin at her outburst, but I levelled her a stern stare instead.
“Kicking my dick isn’t going to get you what you want,” I warned. She shook her shoulders, fighting the binds around her wrists. I quickly let go of one leg to pin them down. “Stop it, Mariyah. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
She only stopped tugging at her arms because I was weighing her down, but she kept squirming the rest of her body. She really wasn’t fucking happy, and she wanted me to know it.
