Page 113 of Brighter Than Gold

“No, please…” she whined, so unconvincingly.

“Yes, Princess. It’s how the story goes.” I brought my hand up to my mouth and slicked my fingers with saliva before returning them back to her. She flinched as I pushed in to the first knuckle.

“This is exactly what he did, he shoved his fingers inside, stretching me and making sure I was wet enough. He was so rough, Reyah, but it felt right that he should have me that way.” She squirmed under me as I sunk in to the next knuckle, keeping the tempo steady in her cunt with the opposite hand. She arched forward and moaned as I stroked, absently spreading her legs wider for me. I watched my fingers disappearing inside of her, there was a vulgarness to it that was making my mouth water and my cock ache.

“Did he fuck you?” she rasped.

“Oh, he did. It was mean and hard and the pain stole the air from my lungs, but fuck, it felt so good. He pushed and pushed into me and all I could do was breathe through it. I came before I even knew I was going to, my cock crushed between our weight and the earth.”

Reyah’s body seemed to levitate as her climax began to peak, she was panting and breathless.

“Layne gripped me firmly by the hair as he continued to take what he wanted. He leaned over me and told me how he’d been watching me, how he couldn’t go another day without knowing what it was like to be inside of me, to conquer me. His brusque confession had me practically simpering beneath him, and I reached back and dug my fingers into his thighs, holding onto him as he rutted against me. Then with a harsh growl, I felt him come inside me with hot, firm pulses. It was filthy and so wrong, and I fucking came again.”

A guttural cry was wrenched from Reyah’s lips as her body wrapped tightly around my fingers, wringing herself through the contracting delirium.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her, each jolt or moan affecting me nearly as greatly as it was her, and knowing I’d brought her to this ecstasy was the greatest thrill. I stayed inside of her to feel each and every flutter her body could manage.

My angry red cock broke me from my reverie, I was painfully hard and my balls were tight and sore. I squeezed the thick tip in my fist to try and alleviate the tension.

“What’s wrong?” Reyah asked. I opened my eyes to find myself cringing with need.

“Nothing, darling,” I said, releasing my cock.

“You need to come,” she replied all too instinctually.

“I’m fine.”

She plunged a hand beneath the sheets anyway, wrapping her silken fingers around my length, and an animalistic hiss escaped me.

“Stop,” I said firmly. “I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine, your skin is about to split over your cock, so one of us is going to have to take care of it.” A dangerous smile curled on her mouth.

My nostrils flared at her judicious tone, knowing she was right.

I threw a leg over her and straddled her in the bed. I clasped both her wrists above her head with my left hand as my right fell to my cock. I fisted myself harshly as I stared down at her prefect breasts, her nipples pulled into stiff peaks, and only a hue rosier than her pale skin.

Reyah writhed under me, and she watched me jack off over her, that same insatiable hunger in her eyes whenever we were in bed together.

It didn’t take more than fifteen strokes before I came, lacing her naked body with everything I had left.

Before I’d even finished, her tongue pushed out of her mouth and licked down towards her chin where some of my release had landed. I shuddered from her brazenness.

“Gods, Reyah…”

“I don’t want to waste any of you,” she said achingly.

I could only shake my head as I lay on my back to catch my breath. I tried to grab her before she slunk off the bed and into the bathing room. When she came back, she was damp and clean, and handed me a towel before curling herself around me in the bed.

“What happened to Layne?” she asked to my surprise.

I tried to keep my voice steady as I answered her, but it cracked, betraying my calmness. “He died.”

“What?” Reyah looked up at me heartbroken.

“Three years later we were patrolling the borders, and we were ambushed by a gang of misguided vigilantes who thought their village was being unfairly taxed. It was stupid really. Layne got nicked by a dagger, nothing serious. We took care of the wound and went about the patrol. It wasn’t until days later that he got sick. The dagger was tipped with something. By the time we realized it, the poison had spread through his whole system, and we ended up having to bring his body back to his wife.”

“Callan, that’s horrible.”

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