Page 85 of Tall, Royal Hater
Situated between her spread legs, I gripped my cock with my other hand and growled, “I’m going to wreck your cunt so fucking hard, little menace.”
That was the only warning I gave her.
I slammed into her until my pelvis was flush against her arse.
Her head flew up. My head fell back.
She screamed. I released a feral groan.
Her warm cunt clamped around me. And my cock wept in absolute ecstasy.
Five years of fighting the urge to touch myself thinking about her, and now I was buried balls deep inside her, and I couldn’t wait another second to have her every way I wanted.
I dragged back slowly, then watched my length disappear into her, my head spinning with the intensity of the sensation. The breathy noise she made drove me wilder, so I did it again.Needing to hear her again. And louder. I thrust in harder. Her arse shook and the arch of her spine tightened.
“Fuck, yes,” I moaned through gritted teeth as I dug my fingers into her hips hard enough to drain the pink from her skin. She was going to bruise, and knowing that made me cling on to her harder, plunge into her deeper, faster. Filling her. Taking her. Engulfing her with the pleasure of rough friction.
“Fuck,” she half whined, half groaned. Her fingers clutched desperately onto the ripped T-shirt.
I slammed into her, my balls hitting her pretty, swollen clit. “Do you feel that?” I ground in slow circles as I stroked a hand up her spine and tangled it in the back of her hair. “You feel how deep I am inside you?” I gave a quick, hard pump of my hips and yanked on her hair, pulling her towards me, angling her head up to the ceiling. She cried out and stretched her arms, trying to balance herself on her knees and the tips of her fingers against the pillow.
“Feel how I stretch you?” I growled on another hard thrust. “How fucking big I am in your tight cunt?”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.“Do you still want to call me a fucking peanut?”Thrust!
She choked on a succession of moans and gasps and cries, each sound pouring thick, sweet syrup down my spine. The pleasure burned in the back of my eyes as they rolled. I shook my head, refusing to lose the mouthwatering vision I had of Mariyah’s body trembling on my bed. Letting go of her hip, I cupped her upturned chin in my palm, allowing me to fuck her even harder and deeper.
“Fu—ck,” Mariyah whined. She squeezed her eyes shut but immediately opened them, blinking rapidly. “You’re—you’re a fucking peanut.”
A gritted smirk spread slowly across my mouth as heady satisfaction and ire washed through me. “Really?” I snapped my hips back and forth viciously, pummelling her denial back intothe deepest part of her. “Because you don’t sound like you’re getting fucked by a peanut.” I slipped my thumb over her chin and hooked it into her gaping mouth. “You sound like you’re getting fucked by Daddy.”
The muscles of her cunt squeezed around me, ripping a hole in my lungs and building them anew within a second. A groan poured from my throat, sweat beading at the edges of my hair.
It turned into a low chuckle as I slowed my thrusts, dragging them out long but pushing in hard. “You like that. You like thinking of me as your Daddy.”
“No,” she said, gasping for the air my faster thrusts hadn’t allowed her to get.
Letting my hand slip from her chin, I pressed on her shoulder and used the hand in her hair to force her upper body down with her cheek resting against the pillow. I untangled my hand from her hair and pushed the strands away so I could see her face properly.
“Say it,” I gritted out. “Call me Daddy.”
“Peanut,” she rasped.
I chuckled. “Try again.” I plunged in hard.
She cried out, then spat, “Sheri.”
“No.” I bared my teeth in annoyance. “Fucking say it, Mariyah.”
“Shehryar!”
“You little brat,” I growled and yanked my hips back. My cock slipped out of her dripping cunt with a sloppy pop.
“No,” Mariyah whined, her body rocking back in search of me. I moved my hand to her upper back to hold her still. She threw a glare over her shoulder. “Put it back in now.”
Leaning upright, I lifted my hand and swatted her hard across one full arse cheek. She gasped, her body jerking forward from the harsh impact. Her fingers clawed at the fabric around her wrists.
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I warned, grazing my blunt nails over her reddened skin, elongating the lingering sting of my slap enough to make her whimper. “Are you going to say it, or do I have to spank your ass until you do?”
“Fuck you,” she spat out without a single breath between my words and hers.
