Page 107 of Vengeful King

It’s working.

He drags a hand over my thigh and says, “I could play with your ass, not letting you touch that pussy. Get you so wet you’re crying. But I’d make sure you don’t get any relief. Not until you’re begging for it.”

“Just do something,” I finally say, unable to stop myself.

I need him to do something, anything. I feel like I’m so close to coming, and I almost work myself up to it—but he slaps my pussy and warns me, “Don’t come. Not yet.”

I hate it when he does this, but I love it, too. This is how he tortured me once, and it’s still torture, but in the best way. A part of me loves it, because when I finally get to come, it’s so intense that I feel like I might die.

But I know Lachlan would never hurt me.

Not unless he’s about to make me feel really good.

He finally starts eating me out again, pushing me to the edge a few more times. But every time I get close, he pulls back again, edging me.

By the time he gets me close for the third time in a row, I’m shaking all over. My entire body is trembling and I can barely keep myself upright. I feel like the shower was a waste; I’m sweating, my heart racing. I just want to sink to the floor, and I want him to fuck me, finally give me what I need.

Just when I think he will, he steps back. “Get on the bed,” he says. “Hands and knees.”

I don’t think twice.

I can hear him reach for lube as I get into position on the bed, and I hear the bottle snap. He gets close and then I feel him prepping my ass, stretching me out.

“Good,” he says, his voice low. “You like that? I know you’re hungry for it.”

I can’t speak. My breath hitches and I groan, feeling him work me open. I want more, and I want to touch myself, but I don’t. I won’t do it unless he tells me.

He has something in mind for me. When he’s like this, I let him do what he wants. It’s usually better than anything I could have dreamed of.

He works me open with his fingers, stretching me out, getting me ready. I try not to move or push back against him, but it’s so hard to stop myself. It’s so hard not to react.

“I’m going to fuck your ass,” he says, one hand pressed against my back. It’s possessive and heavy, pushing me down even more.

I can feel my entire body shaking. I’m desperate to come, desperate to let go. But he spanks me suddenly, his voice a low growl.

“Don’t come.”

Tears sting my eyes. It feels incredible, but I’m also desperate to finish. I just want to come. But he doesn’t let me, still going slow, still getting me prepped.

Finally, without warning, I feel his cock press against me. I gasp and tilt my hips toward him, hoping to get him closer. He holds me tighter, keeping me still as he pushes into me. The pressure feels incredible; I can barely think. I hear myself saying something, but I’m not sure it’s even words.

I’m so close I can’t stand it. I can feel that he’s close, too; I feel how hard his cock is, how tantalizingly slow he’s going. I know we’re both seconds away from finishing.

He runs his hands up my back and then around to my breasts, tugging at my nipples. He lifts me against his chest until I can feel our skin touching, and then he starts to fuck me.

It feels incredible; he goes at a steady pace, sending me right back to the edge he kept pulling me back from. And then he leans forward, whispering in my ear, the words satisfied.

“Touch yourself while I fuck your ass. Use your fingers, fuck your pussy.”

A whimper falls from my mouth. My hand flies to my clit, rubbing it, sending more powerful waves of need through me. My other hand delves lower, sliding into my sopping wet entrance, trying to match the thrusts of his cock.

“Such a good girl. Come for me. Now.”

That’s all I need to hear. My body is already obeying, the sensation so powerful that I almost feel like I’m going deaf. It’s like a white light, a flash of pure pleasure drowning out the rest of the world.

He doesn’t stop. He fucks me through it, harder, and yanks my fingers from my pussy to suck on them.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “Feels so good. Harder. More, Lachlan. Give me more.”

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