Page 45 of Of Kings and Thieves

“Touch me,” he said.

“You’re so greedy.”

“Do it.”

He moved his hips, sliding a little deeper into me, stretching me. My eyes closed, but I remembered what he wanted, and eager to please him, reached between us and cupped his balls.

Col shuddered, and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, holding me still so that he could control the pace of the penetration. We stayed like that a moment, frozen except for my hand giving him a light squeeze and then wrapping around his shaft.

“Oh fuck, Samara,” he panted. “Wait.”

I liked feeling in control, and it was obvious he was trying not to come. So I squeezed his balls again.

With another growl that sent shivers through my body, Col began to move, a long, slow slide in, forcing me to remove my hand. The feeling was almost too much, and I threw my head back with a moan. We both froze for a moment, enjoying the feel of our bodies joined, of his cock buried to the hilt inside me. I squeezed around his length, eliciting another groan from him.

I thought my heart would pound out of my chest when I looked down between us. He pulled out almost all the way, and then shoved back into me. I gasped and trembled around him at the delicious stretch, and then he hit a spot inside me that sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through my body.

With another thrust, he began rocking me back and forth, my back scraping against the bark of the tree with every thrust, the added friction so delightful that I couldn’t hold back a moan. Watching him pound into me was the hottest thing I had ever experienced, and my body was already building to a deep, agonizing release. I had never felt pleasure like this. Never.

“Oh, gods,” I moaned. “Oh, Col.”

I want to be your god.

The only one I would ever have.

He quickened his pace, his cock plunging in and out of me, his motions tight and sure as he chased his own release.

“I’m close,” I breathed.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his voice hard as stone. “I want to see your face when you come.”

I tore my eyes away from where our bodies joined and met his gaze. Col’s jaw was tight, his gaze fixed on me as his body took mine. Each powerful thrust filled me with hard, deep strokes.

I gripped his shoulders, my nails sinking into his skin as I held on for dear life. My hips bucked and rolled, matching his pace beat for beat, wrenching a ragged groan from his throat.

The world narrowed to just this—his body driving into mine, his cock hitting that sweet spot inside me until I was dizzy with sensation.

A whimper escaped my lips, and Col slammed into me, fingers finding my clit, circling until I cried out.

There was no gentleness, no tenderness—only the raw, powerful connection between two people pushed to their limits. Our movements were fierce, frantic, a race toward release that left us both gasping for air.

Pressure built deep within me, my orgasm rearing up unstoppable and wild. I was helpless in its grip, senses overwhelmed, hovering at the edge of bliss.

“Oh shit,” I cried. “Oh shit.”

With a final thrust, he pushed me over the edge, and my body convulsed around his cock.

I came and came and came, my cries loud and throaty and uncaring that anyone could hear me. I rode out the waves of pleasure as he continued to move inside me, prolonging my orgasm.

He pumped into me twice more and exploded, his hips jerking as he came hard, filling me with his warmth.

I was shaking, my heart hammering as the spasms quieted and my breathing slowed to a normal pace. I clung to Col, my nails scoring his shoulders as I struggled to get my bearings.

“You’re amazing, Samara,” Col said, his voice low with emotion.

Our bodies were coated in sweat. I hid my face against his shoulder and let out a shaky laugh. “Fuck.”

I came down slowly, my mind numbed by the pleasure of our joining. Col slid out of me, but his arms were still wrapped around me, my back still pressed against the tree.

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