Page 203 of Tall, Royal Hater
“Yes, ma’am.” I could hear the lusty smirk in his voice. “Take slow, deep breaths for me again.”
I did. And the push of the dildo grew more insistent as he teasingly ground his dick inside me in small circles. I choked on a sharp inhale as the head of the toy abruptly slipped through, leaving me feeling impossibly full for several seconds as Shehryar held it perfectly still inside me.
“More?” he rasped, gently rocking the dildo.
I nodded. “More.”
He fed me another inch, paused again, then eased it further in before questioning my level of comfort and giving me two more.
“Last inch, Mariyah,” Shehryar said, caressing his thumb over my pulse. “You’re doing so well.”
I was twitching and throbbing from my head right down to my toes in sync with my erratic heartbeat, so hyperfixated on the rub and stretch of my pussy and arse being filled that my vision kept unfocusing and focusing again like a camera lens. It felt like my lungs were being remoulded to fit both his dick and the toy, but I burned for more, arched and whined for him to move quicker.
He pushed the last inch in, and I clawed at the duvet as I buried my face in it and let out a long groan while he purred praise after praise behind me. “Such a good girl, so fucking perfect. You took it so well. I’m so proud of you.” My inner muscles clenched with pride and excitement as he gently rocked the toy. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me. Are you ready for me to fuck your ass?”
I turned my head to the side. “Yes. Please, Daddy.”
“Rub your clit for me then,” he said, stroking his hand around my nape down my spine. “And come whenever you want. There’s no pressure. I just want you to enjoy yourself, baby.”
Bloody Neves, he called me baby. He fucking called me baby.
And it sent cannonballs of delight shooting up my middle.
“Call me baby again,” I demanded with urgency as I suddenly found the strength to brace myself on one palm. “Call me baby again.”
“Baby,” he whispered thickly, fingers rolling the base of the dildo as he slid his cock out of my greedy pussy. “Baby.” On his inward thrust, my other hand found my swollen clit, and I moaned so loudly. “You’re mine, baby.” He pulled at the dildo, easing it out of me. “You’ve always been mine.”
One inch out of my arse was traded for a full thrust into my sex. That one inch went back in, and his dick slipped out. Then again. A third time. He took out more of the toy and drove it backin, building up inch by inch until he was slamming the full length of both the toy and his dick into me while his other hand used my hair like a handle.
I had never felt so deliriously good in my life; hearts of lust and adoration burned like neon lights in the back of my eyes as I cried shamelessly to the point I didn’t recognise my own voice. But neither had I ever heard Shehryar so feral before, growling and panting above me like a fucking beast. So every time my clit started tingling from an impending orgasm, I stopped rubbing it, just so I could hear him for longer, make this last longer, feel him fuck me in both holes harder.
I hadn’t really considered that he’d realise and be pissed off about it until he gave a harsh yank on my hair, forcing me to throw my head back. I cried out as bittersweet sparks scattered over my skull.
“Stop fucking edging yourself, Mariyah,” he barked, driving the dildo and his dick into me viciously. I shrieked, and he just did it again. “Let yourself come.”
“I don’t want to,” I sobbed through my teeth. “I don’t want—don’t want this to end yet.”
“It will end if you don’t put your fingers back on your clit, because I’m going to stop.” As if to establish his threat was a very real one, he dragged the dildo out right to the tip and waited a painfully empty second to plunge it back in.
“No,” I cried, and in a panic, jerked my fingers back over my clit. “I won’t stop, so don’t stop.”
“I don’t want to feel you holding back again,” he gritted out.
So I didn’t hold back. I stopped fighting the inevitable of drowning in the ocean of pleasure he was suffocating me under, and the next time the wave rose before me, I let it crash over me, through me so far deep it stained my soul irrevocably. I shook as my lungs filled with it, unable to make a sound as my mouthhung open and a flood of sensation washed the blood to the surface of my skin.
My orgasm had hardly reached its end when Shehryar let out a deep, raw growl and plastered his damp chest to my back. He startled my hand out from under me as he weighed me down, and I braced my sticky fingers against the mattress as I gasped his name. But he had already cuffed his palms around each of my wrists, pinning my hands flat the way he pinned my body.
“Again,” was all he rumbled into my ear before he smacked his pelvis against mine.
If I thought he’d been crushing my lungs before…well, I learnt the true meaning of having my lungs crushed right then.
Without any hands, with the pillow under my hips, he pounded his dick and the toy into the deepest, deadliest part of me where it hurt as much as it felt incredible. I didn’t know where one thrust ended and the other began, didn’t know if I was floating or still drowning. I couldn’t tell if it was his vicious thrusts or his weight tying my lungs tight in twine.
“Sheh—Shehryar! Shehr—” I mewled the moment I got an ounce of oxygen.
“You’re mine,” he rumbled with his mouth covering my ear, igniting sparks all down my neck. “You’re mine.” His tone grew darker, deeper, the wet sounds of our fucking sloppier. “You’re fucking mine. My menace. My girlfriend. Mine. You’re mine, Mariyah.”
There was no reply to that. No reply I could get out, actually. Even his possessive words didn’t last long. They turned into rough, open-mouthed grunts that drove me to the edge again.
