Page 59 of Vengeful King

“Do you want that, baby girl?” Lachlan demands, our bodies less than an inch apart as he stares down at me. “You want me to end this madness by giving us both what we’ve been craving?”

“Yes,” I whisper, so far past the point of lying that it doesn’t even occur to me to try.

“Good.”

He pushes his pants down as I watch, still breathless. There’s a darkness in his eyes, a hot desire that burns when he looks at me. I can barely focus anymore.

“Then get on your knees,” he says, a command in his tone.

I’m on my knees before I realize that I moved at all. I don’t even adjust my clothes or fix myself up. I just hit the floor, desire and adrenaline coursing through my veins.

Is it because he has power over me? Because at any moment, he could pull a gun and press it to my temple? I know he has one. I know how dangerous he is. If he wanted to take me by force, he could. He could have done it a hundred times by now.

But he doesn’t have to.

Because I want this.

I don’t want to admit that’s the truth, but my body doesn’t care. It’s already burning with desire, already sore and buzzing from the pleasure he’s given me.

“Take out my cock,” he tells me, his voice thick.

My hands shake a little as I undo his pants and shove them down enough to let his cock spring free.

A soft gasp leaves my lips, and Lachlan smirks darkly.

He’s big. His shaft is thick, and I can imagine it filling me up, stretching me wide. I can imagine what he would do to me.

I want him so badly. I think about that when I run my tongue up his length, taste him, feel his hand slide into my hair.

“I’ve been dreaming about your lips for days. Now I want to feel them around my dick. I want to hear you gag on my cock.”

My heart thunders, my clit throbbing at his words. I take him in my mouth, slow at first, getting used to the shape of him. I can hear him groan above me, his hand tightening in my hair. I barely register any of it, so focused on taking his cock in my mouth. I go as far as I can and then pull back.

I don’t take time to tease him. I barely take the time to relax around him, diving back down as fast as I can. I don’t care if my voice is rough tomorrow; I don’t care about any of it. I just chase the feeling of his cock hitting my throat, the rush it gives me blinding me to everything else.

After just a minute of getting used to him, I sense something change. He has both hands on my head and I know what’s coming.

“Fuck,” he groans. “What are you doing to me? Goddammit.”

He uses my mouth, no waiting between thrusts. My eyes water when he fucks my mouth and I breathe carefully, but it’s still so hard that I almost gag sometimes. It’s so rough, but it turns me on so fucking much.

I want to touch myself so badly, but more than that, I wanthim.I want him inside me. It’s all I can think about as his cock slides past my lips. Every time, I’m imagining it inside my pussy. I’m imagining how it would feel, how it would be just as rough. I imagine him hitting the same spot he hit with his fingers, only harder. Faster.

He curses, his thrusts picking up their pace. I can barely hold on; I keep my hands on his body, even though I know my nails are biting him. I can’t do anything but hold him as he fucks my mouth, rough and fast.

“You’re ruining me,” he mutters under his breath, and it almost feels like he stole the thoughts from my head.

I want him so badly. I want to come and I want to feel him come inside me, want to feel every inch of him.

I have to force myself to keep still and not touch myself. I’m burning with need, but I stay motionless as he starts to move faster again. He watches me mouth as he does, his eyes dark and burning with something.

Maybe it’s need, or maybe it’s anger. I don’t know; all I know is that it’s so hot, I can’t see anything else. Not even when he goes rough on me again, holding my head in place as his cock thrusts in and out of me. He fucks me harder and I feel my jaw ache, my lips stretched around him. I’m dizzy with pleasure.

“Don’t miss a single drop,” he growls. “I want all of my cum down your pretty throat.”

The words end on a grunt as he finishes in my mouth. The salty taste hits my tongue, and just like he demanded, I swallow it all, every drop.

He pulls away slowly when it’s over. I feel almost empty when he does, like I’m missing something. I’m breathing heavily, chest rising and falling.

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