Page 99 of Tall, Royal Hater
I leaned forward and sunk my teeth into the top curve of her breast, sucking harshly on her skin as she came around my fingers. She shuddered almost violently, her high-pitched cry ringing through the room. It was pained and broken and unconstrained and delicious.All for me.
When it turned into a gasp, she sagged back on her hands, and something in me wrenched out of its chains and howled savagely.My turn.
Letting go of her, I stood up, nearly staggering from the lack of blood reaching everywhere other than my erection. I gripped Mariyah around one elbow, pulled her towards the bed, and shoved her down. She flopped on her side but rolled onto her back and elbows as I climbed over her. With an arm around her waist, I pulled her further up the mattress, then hooked herthighs over mine. I braced one arm by her head and used the other to notch my dick into her pussy hole.
“Next time you miss having my dick inside you, stretching your greedy little cunt,” I rasped, “don’t act like a moody brat and throw a tantrum. Fucking ask me for it.”
I slammed my hips flush against her pelvis, burying fully into her hot, soaked pussy.
Her shriek and my groan were still ringing in the hot, sweaty air as I drew back. I could hardly breathe as pleasure wrapped impossibly tight ropes around me, but the clench of Mariyah’s sex, her fingers ripping through the skin across my back, her sweet, sweet cries wouldn’t let me stop.
I thrust forward. Dragged back. Thrust again. Harder. Faster. The world could’ve exploded around us, but there was no stopping me or slowing me down. I pounded into her cunt, not caring that she was still a little sensitive. In fact, I thrust harderbecauseshe was sensitive. Because it made her moan and cry out louder as she writhed and tugged and pushed at me like she couldn’t decide if she wanted me gone or wanted me deeper. I didn’t give her a choice. I drove deeper. Slower, but meaner.
“Fuck,” Mariyah sobbed, throwing her head back against the duvet on a hard, deep plunge. “Oh, fuck.” I dragged out. She whimpered. “Please.” I slammed in. “Yes!”
I grunted as her inner muscles squeezed my dick like she was holding me in. My vision split and blurred under the pleasure, but I shook my head, gritted my teeth, and drove into her again. “Your greedy cunt doesn’t want to let me go, does she?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she breathed out, digging the heel of her foot into my arse.
A grated chuckle passed between my teeth as I buried my face into Mariyah’s neck. I held still inside her and licked unashamedly across her damp skin. Her hand slipped into theback of my hair as she whined, and my eyes rolled as delicious sparks scattered across my scalp.
“Shehryar,” she half snapped, half gasped.
I ignored her and licked over her chin and across her bottom lip, then captured her mouth, kissing her heavily but slowly, lazily swiping at her tongue. She whined and pushed at me, pulling my hair and struggling with her mouth, but I pinned her with all my weight, doing what I pleased.
“Okay,” she cried when she finally managed to turn her face away. “Okay!Please. Please, fuck me.”
I groaned into her cheek as a hard pulse ricocheted down my dick.She was learning.Quickly.
“Better,” I moaned and dragged my hips back.
“I fucking hate you,” she uttered, her brows bunched.
I drove forward hard, and she cried out. “Yeah?” I said through a gritted smirk. “Then why don’t you show me? Show me how much you hate me but love my dick.”
Circling one arm under her waist, I rolled onto my back, swapping our positions and splaying her on top of me with my cock still inside her. Mariyah pushed against my chest, slowly sitting up, and tucked her knees and thick thighs against my sides. I gripped the supple flesh of her hips as she flicked her hair away and stared with bleary eyes and pink cheeks down at me.
“Go on,” I said, not making any attempt to move or lift her. “Fuck yourself on me. Use me like you would’ve used your toy. Mark me with your nails.” She curled her fingers into my pecs, the slight movement seeming unconscious. “Take what you want from Daddy.” Her lips parted in excitement. “Show me what a cum-slut you are even though you hate me.”
She narrowed her dilated eyes as she rose up slowly. “I’m not a cum-slut for anyone.”
My lips spread into a wide grin. She seemed to realise what her words implied and stilled, but I didn’t allow her to take it back. Idug my fingers into her hips and yanked her down. The gorgeous weight of her slammed against my pelvis, her hips and thighs jiggling as she cried out.
“That’s right,” I groaned. “You’re a cum-slut just for me.”Thrust. “You’re Daddy’s good little whore.”Thrust. “A fucking menace I can’t get out of my head.”Thrust. “A dirty little brat who just wants a big dick to fuck her senseless. Isn’t that right?”Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Yes,” she sobbed up to the ceiling, driving herself up and down. “Fuck, yes.”
I slipped my grip around to her gorgeous arse and let her bounce and rock as she pleased, urging her on with praise and degrading names. She took and took until her impending orgasm made her movements jerky and desperate. She painted the perfect image of a greedy addict, and I loved it.
“Come, you fucking brat,” I growled as she rubbed herself back and forth against the hard plains of my belly.
She shrieked as she climaxed, her body tightening and vibrating down to the bone. My eyes rolled back as her inner muscles locked tight, and it took every ounce of willpower not to come with her.
Not yet, not yet, not yet. One more orgasm. One more.
“Fuck, yes,” I rumbled as she sagged forward.
Slipping my hand around her nape, I dragged her limp form closer and swallowed her pants into my mouth. I kissed her hard as I planted my feet on the duvet, lifting her up and forward.
