Page 98 of Tall, Royal Hater
“Please,” she bit out.
I arched a brow. “Please what?”
She rubbed her teeth together for one breath, two— “Can you touch me?”
“Where?”
“My pussy.”
“Why?” Her eyes ignited into icy blue flames. I leaned in and softened my tone. “Why, Mariyah?”
“Because it aches,” she snapped, but a whine quickly followed. “It aches so much.”
I slammed my mouth down on hers, swapping her words for my tongue and consuming myself with her. Her taste, her warmth, the feel of her soft, wet skin against the scruff of my beard. And she was delicious. Everything about her was. Even when she was driving me mad.
“You’re such a good girl,” I crooned between licking her eager tongue. “So good for asking.”Kiss. “And good girls don’t deserve to ache.”Kiss. “Get up for me.”
We both stood, Mariyah leaning some of her weight on me as she wobbled. Taking my hand out of her hair, I ripped my pyjama bottoms and boxers off the rest of the way, kicked them aside, and pulled my jumper over my head. Sweat made it stick to my shoulders, but once I got it off, Mariyah was standing before me naked, her lace shorts sitting by her feet.
Gripping her by the wrist, I dragged her with me to the chaise. She plopped at the edge when I pressed down on her shoulder.
“Lean back on your hands and spread your legs,” I said as I knelt on my knees before her. My hand snaked around to grip her throat. She did as she was told and parted her legs, giving meroom to move closer. Her swollen sex glistened, and I moaned at the sight. “Look how fucking wet you are.”
I stroked my middle and third fingers over her clit and between her pussy lips, then shoved them right into her without any resistance. Mariyah groaned, dropping her head back and spreading her thighs wider. My dick pulsed with power and pride as I pumped my fingers steadily inside her.
“Look at me,” I growled, squeezing on her throat. She lifted her head, her lashes fluttering and barely able to stay open. “Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Faster,” she breathed out. “Fuck me faster. Harder.” I growled and stilled my fingers. She whimpered. “Please, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
I rewarded her by giving her exactly what she wanted, thrusting my fingers in and out until her breaths and gasps were loud and she couldn’t keep still. She rocked and rolled her hips desperately as I sucked and nipped at her nipples in turn. But just as I felt the first ripple of her orgasm and felt her body tighten, I pulled my fingers out with a quiet, sloppy sound.
“No,” she groaned, her knees bowing in with a quiver, one knocking the side of my rib cage. Her lashes lifted high above flaring irises. “Shehryar!”
“Shh, shh, shh,” I said, pulling her by the throat closer to me. “I’m not denying you. But I want to hear you ask me for it. Ask me to make you come.”
Her face scrunched in. “Fuck you.”
A laugh bubbled in my throat, but I shoved it down and narrowed my eyes. She’d just lost the privilege of a countdown with that attitude.
Gripping her throat securely, I turned my other palm up.
And clipped her clit with a hard flick of my wrist.
Mariyah jerked on the settee, her teeth chattering over a whimper as she grimaced.
But I did it again. And again. And again. Slap after slap after slap on her sensitive clit without giving her the chance to recover from the previous pinch of pain until she broke.
“Please,” she cried and choked on a breath, sweat glistening on her skin. “Please, can you make me come? Please, Daddy. I want to come.”
I moaned as a thrilled warmth ran down my spine. Sinking towards her, I rubbed two sticky fingers over her clit, soothing and teasing it with light circles. “Say ‘please, Daddy’once more.”
She spread her thighs wide despite the scrunch of frustration on her brows. “Please, Daddy.”
I shoved my fingers back inside her, and she gasped and arched into my hand. Without wasting time, I built my pumps back into a quick, hard rhythm, rubbing the heel of my palm against her clit on every upward drive. She rocked with me until her breaths changed, her thighs locked, her inner muscles clenched, and her mouth hung open.
“Come,” I growled. “Give it to me.”
