Page 87 of Tall, Royal Hater
A last-minute want to see her face properly as she came had me pulling out. I didn’t give her a chance to protest, quickly manoeuvring her onto her back. One harsh tug on the knot I’d made loosened the tie around her wrists. As she pulled her hands free, I pushed back into her.
We both moaned, her head lulling back, my body quaking.
With her knees hooked over my arms, I braced my hands by her shoulders and leaned down, almost bending her in half. “Rub your clit.”
She shook her head. I drove forward. Her hands shot out, anchoring into my shoulders and back, as she gasped. “No, no.”
“Yes.”Thrust. “Rub your clit.”Thrust. “Rub it for Daddy like a good fucking girl.”
“I can’t—I can’t. I can’t come again.”
“I wasn’t fucking asking,” I hissed, picking up pace, filling the room with harsh, erotic sounds of skin hitting skin. “You’re going to rub your clit and come for me again.” She shook her head, small and desperate, and her breaths were just the same. “If you don’t, I’m going to bruise your ass until you learn that when I want an orgasm from you,you’re going to bloody give it to me.”
I needed her to come. I wanted her to come once more for me before I exploded. But my strings of control were fraying, and there was an animal whining and clawing behind them for release.
“Now,” I roared, puncturing it with a mean drive of my cock.
Mariyah shrieked, but she lurched a hand down between us. The pads of her fingers touched my slick length, and I groaned, my neck straining under the explosive feeling. Her cries renewed as she rubbed them over her clit. I jackhammered my pelvis, seeing the finishing line for both of us.
Come, come, come,I chanted in my head.
Her face crumpled, her nails dug painfully into my shoulder, and, “Fu—ck, ye—” she screamed, throwing her head back, raising her entire spine off the mattress as she came.
White flashed across my vision as her pussy wrung my dick. I wheezed, my lungs collapsing in, but they quickly expanded. All my blood rushed down, my cock thickened, my balls tightened, and I—
I broke apart on a loud, gritted moan. Warm blasts of sensation flashed through my legs and stomach as I spurted in furious jets inside Mariyah. I emptied everything I had in her—five years of denied orgasms and blue balls and cum I’d dreamed of coating every inch of her in.All of it.
We sagged at the same time, gasping and panting in the deafening silence. I tried not to crush her, but my body weighed ten tonnes, and my arms shook with the effort of keeping a slither of space between us. Being on my knees was the only reason I didn’t collapse on top of her.
A trickle of sweat dripped down the side of my face as Mariyah’s shaking hand slipped off my shoulder and plopped against the pillow, palm up. She blinked slow and exhausted, her ocean-blue eyes so gorgeously groggy and heavy-lidded, cheeks awash with colour, faint freckles glowing under the layer of sweat on her skin, and supple lips parted.
Beautiful. She was infuriatingly, undeniably beautiful.
“Are you okay?” I whispered. My words took a moment to register, but she gave a slight nod, her brows not quite furrowing but dipping in confusion maybe. “Are you sure? How are your wrists?”
I glanced across to her hand against the pillow. Untucking my arm from under her leg, I cupped her arm and brushed a thumb across her slightly pinkened skin. My bind hadn’t been tight, but likely her squirming had caused some rubbing. I internallyscolded myself for not checking on her hands at any point after I tied them.
I frowned at her wrist. “That’s why I told you not to move so much.”
Her heavy eyes narrowed and sparked. “Like it was my fault.”
“It was.” I eased back from her, sighing as my dick slipped out of her sex. Our mixed cum dripped from the both of us. It was a sight to awe at, but I didn’t look for long. “Don’t move.” My voice left no room for arguing. “I’m going to get a towel and some lotion. Then I’m going to clean you up and rub you down wherever you may be sore. Okay?”
Some unreadable emotion coasted back and forth over her bright irises as she blinked, but I took her silence as agreement and edged off the bed.
I should’ve known better.
I staggered towards the ensuite opposite, my knees giving a quake on the first few steps.
Fuck, I’d come ridiculously hard. And with Mariyah of all women.
I supposed it made sense. All those years of tension had built up to this moment, and on top of that, I hadn’t had sex in more than a year. It was dynamite just waiting to go off.
But fuck, I had actually had sex with the menace after all that time of swearing I’d never touch her.
The oddest thing was that I didn’t regret it. In fact, I wanted to do it again.
That wasn’t to say the repercussions weren’t suddenly making themselves known in my head like a game of Whac-A-Mole. I’d bloody damn gone and fucked Esmeralda’s best friend and crossed a line I swore I never would—one I’d drawn myself. But a wish to turn back time and change that didn’t form a part of any of my thoughts.
