Page 66 of Tall, Royal and Grumpy

One instant, we were moaning, groaning, and kissing ravenously, sealing those promises. The next, Kai was upright and yanking his boxers down to hover with his pyjama bottoms above his knees.

And well…it became clear he had big dick energy for a reason. Because he was big.

Jutting tall and proud from a trimmed patch of dark hairs, long and thick and veiny. He was swollen at the head and glistening with pre-cum. So perfectly, deliciously male.

He cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze before he dragged a slow fist up and down his cock. He groaned, and my eyes flickered up from his hand to the twist of pleasure on his face and down again. I was desperate to sear every sexy detail of him jerking off into my mind.

I moaned for more, scrunching the blanket in my fists to resist the urge to touch myself. With a heavy sigh, he stopped. I whimpered in protest, but suddenly his hands were under my knees, pushing them down to my shoulders. He practically folded me in half, lewdly exposing me to him.

I was still trying to figure out what had just happened when I felt him move. I looked down and he was lying on his stomach, lowering his face to my pussy. “Oh, fuck,” I gasped as a ten-tonne weight of anticipation landed on my chest, crushing my lungs under it.

His ink black eyes twinkled smugly. “Did you think I would give you what you wanted so easily, Babble?” He hadn’t done anything other than speak and my body was already shaking. “You will get my cum after I get another orgasm.”

There was no teasing and testing like when he first fingered me. He opened his mouth and pressed his tongue full and flat over my aching clit. I cried out under the breath-taking sensation, my legs fighting the grip of his hands. Stars flooded my vision before I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Eyes open, Babble,” he growled, and the vibrations shot right up my spine.

The moment I lifted my lashes, Kai was lapping my pussy with his tongue again. He teased circles around my clit, flicking over it with purpose, sucking until I shook. He licked hungrily between my wet cunt and groaned praises and promises into me as he palmed my breasts. And I watched the entire filthy performance, fighting to stay sane but failing to do anything but feel.

But he didn’t let me come. He edged me. Once with his tongue. Once with his fingers and tongue.

On the third time with his mouth, tears rolled down the sides of my face as I twisted in agony.

“I thought I told you, Babble,” he panted against my inner thigh, his hands keeping my knees apart. A smirk sat proudly under his dimple. “If you want my cum, you need to come first. But you didn’t.”

“You didn’t let me!” I shrieked as I thrashed and clawed at his bulky shoulders and hoodie.

He bit on my inner thigh and sucked, grazing my skin with his late-night stubble and rubbing my wetness around his mouth back on me. I cried out in pleasure and pain and frustration. “Kai, please,” I whimpered. “Please let me come. I can’t anymore, let me come.” He sucked harder and I choked on a gasp. “Please. I—I’m sorry.” He released my hot, throbbing skin from his mouth. “I won’t be a brat, I’ll be good. As good as you want. So please. I can’t take it anymore.”

He stared at me for a long moment, looking drugged and wild. Then he let go of my knees and crawled lazily over me. “That’s a big promise, Babble,” he said, wiping away a tear from the side of my eye with his thumb. “But do you mean it?” I nodded furiously.

With one more swipe of his thumb, he sat up, grabbing his glasses as he did. He rubbed the back of one hand over his mouth as he put his glasses back on with the other. Then his fingers were slipping around each of my ankles.

“If you really mean it, Babble, promise me you’ll be my good girl,” he said, lifting my legs up against his torso so my ankles framed his face. It was so hard to focus on what he was doing and saying at the same time. “Come on, Esmeralda. Promise me.”

“I’ll be your good girl. Always.”

He pressed a licking kiss to one of my legs and clamped a thick arm around my thighs, holding them together. He jerked my body down the blanket to his. “Again.”

“I want to be your good girl, Kai,” I moaned.

He shuddered, but I was so focused on his beautiful, damp face that the rub of his hard cock surprised a gasp from me. My gaze flew down to between my legs.

Kai wasn’t pressing down my wetness to push into me. He’d slipped his thick cock between my thighs, sliding against my clit as he inched forward until his hips were pressed flush to the back of my legs. And maybe I should have felt disappointed that he wasn’t fucking me, but I couldn’t help but moan at the sensation and sight of him between my thighs, leaking pre-cum over me.

I squeezed my legs together to cushion his erection, loving the slight flinch that tugged at his mouth. He wrapped his other arm around my legs as he dragged his hips back, gliding so easily from between my wet skin. My whole body tightened up in ecstasy as his length rubbed against me.

“Fuck, Esmeralda,” he groaned against my ankle, thrusting back between. “You feel…”

“Perfect,” I finished for him.

Neither of us could speak after that. We could only moan and groan and pant loudly as I squeezed my thighs together and Kai thrust between them. Faster and faster until wet skin was slapping against wet skin, his balls smacking against me. It felt as incredibly delicious as it sounded.

We weren’t interested in play a leisurely game of pleasure anymore. We were running a race to the finish line desperately, riding and urging each other on. My hands touched Kai wherever I could reach, scratching at his exposed lower stomach, his knees, his arms, while his mouth lapped at each of my ankles, nipping and licking as his fingers dug into my thighs. But not even for a second did I take my eyes off his nor he off mine. Maybe that was why the pleasure built so damn fast.

“Kai.” I panted, writhing and rocking urgently with his thrusts. “I’m—I’m—please.”

“Come,” he growled huskily.

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