Page 86 of Tall, Royal Hater
Warm smoke sunk through me and whispered through my leaking cock.
That’s it. Fight me, argue with me. Show me how much of a greedy brat you can be.
“Suit yourself,” I purred and shuffled slightly back on the duvet. I raised my hand.
Slap.She lurched forward on a broken groan. I gave her a moment, but when she didn’t say anything, I lifted my hand again.
Slap.On her other arse cheek. It went pale before it stung bright red again.
Slap.Slap.Her shriek harmonised with my moan as her lush derriere shook so fucking deliciously. I hardly noticed the sting in my palm.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Her watery cry rang through my ears like the song of a siren. My head pulsed with wild, reckless insanity. I blinked rapidly to clear some of the haze and noticed that Mariyah’s shaking legs were slipping down like she could no longer hold herself up.
“Keep your fucking ass up.”Slap! Slap!Slap!
She let out a wretched sob, the half of her gaze I could see coated in a dazed sheen. “No.” The crack in her voice stopped me from lifting my hand again. “Please—please. No more.”
My quick panting was interrupted by a moan as I eyed the mess I’d made of her. From the blotchy redness licking across her arse to her pulsing, leaking pussy between, and the way her parted lips quivered on every desperate little breath she took.
Fucking perfection.
I inched closer and settled my hands over her arse. She whimpered as I rubbed over her hot, marked skin, soothing her as much as I was taunting the pinches of pain she could still feel. Sliding my hands down her inner thighs, I pressed my thumbs against her slick, swollen skin and pulled gently, spreading her pretty pink pussy lips apart. She choked on a noise, and her cunt fluttered, opening and closing as it drooled on the silk sheets. The sight was a million times better than all my dreams.
“Are you sure?” I rasped with a groan jammed in my throat. “Your weeping pussy seems to think otherwise. She seems to be pleading for more like a greedy whore.”
“No,” Mariyah cried, shaking her head against the pillow.
“Then are you going to say it now?”
She whispered something so quietly that her shuddering breath after stole it away from my ears.
I leaned over her, my chest just touching her back, and brought my face to her cheek. Her mouth opened on a silent sound as my thighs pressed against her heated arse. “What was that?”
Clenching her jaw, she angled her head so I got the full force of her stubborn scowl. She looked like she wanted to claw my eyes out and feed them to me, but reluctantly she bit out, “Daddy.”
The husky, vicious word sunk straight to my dick, and I was so tempted to shove back into her and rut like a beast. But I refused to give Mariyah the satisfaction when she’d been so bloody difficult.
With a slight shake of my head, I tsked in disapproval. A brighter glow filled her already flushed cheeks. “Too late.” I tilted my head, so she was looking right into my eyes. “That’s not good enough anymore.” The panic that flared in her eyes was so fucking fulfilling. “Beg me.”
Her lips parted on a soundless word before frustration set firm over her brows. I sensed the fire about to burst off her tongue, so I leaned my weight on one palm and lowered the other between us. Gripping my cock, I nudged and rubbed the tip against her clit, incentivising her to give in again. A breathless sort of want melted her expression. She dropped her head back against my shoulder, and—
“Please,” she whispered. “Please, Daddy.”
Fuck, fuck, fuck.A rush of hot ripples rocked through me. But I shook my head. “Nope. Try again.”
Her side glance was pure hatred. And I loved it. “Daddy, please. Fuck me. Give me your dick.”
“Hmm? Should I?” I couldn’t help the smirk that broke across my mouth as her jaw set firm, but the tightness fell away as I nudged the head of my dick between her pussy lips. “Who’s your Daddy?” I purred. She shuddered adorably. “Come on, Mariyah. Who’s your fucking Daddy?”
“You—you.”
“That’s right,” I groaned and pushed myself up, digging one set of fingers into her reddened arse and holding her still. “I’m your fucking Daddy.” I let go of the root of my cock as I settled an inch inside her wet heat and clutched her hip in the same bruising grip. “And you better not forget it.”
Her shriek rang through the room as I rammed straight into her, burying myself in deeper and harder and meaner. And I didn’t stop.
I fucked her. Brutally. Only because I knew the luscious brat under me could take it. Her encouraging cries and gasps told me she craved it. We both thrived off the animalistic mating, striving for one goal only—our mutual climax. But I was punching into her so fast I couldn’t rub her clit at the same time without ruining my rhythm.
