Page 112 of Tall, Royal and Grumpy

I sat upright immediately and reached for him, fumbling blindly under the hem of his ruined white jumper to undo his slim-fit jeans and pushed them down. He took over, dragging them along with his boxers to the middle of his thighs, while I lifted the skin-tight thermal T-shirt he had on underneath. I curled it up over his jumper to hold both fabrics high up against his abdomen.

Then I stared like I was seeing him for the first time.

The sturdy width of his hips, the delicious V, the dark hairs against his golden skin. He was so fucking beautiful, so sexy. So unbothered by how his dick hung straight towards me, thick and hard. My mouth watered remembering what he felt like in my mouth—the heat and taste of him—and bloody Neves, I would have fallen on my knees right there if I hadn’t wanted him inside my pussy more.

I closed one hand under the crown of his cock in a tight fist while I cupped his balls in the other. His heavy exhale fanned my cheek and his hands landed on the wooden surface on either side of my thighs. I watched, captivated by his expression, as I brushed my thumb over the tip, smearing his pre-cum, and massaged his balls. He groaned, the sound like oil on the flames already burning in my belly.

“Fuck, Babble.” He wrapped his hand tightly around my throat, holding my face up to his. I rotated my hand, giving him a light tug, and he moaned. “Fuck, yes. Keep your hand tight. Just like that, Babble.” He panted into my open mouth. “My pretty little Babble is good at listening to me, isn’t she?” I nodded as much as I could with his hand on my throat and I felt his mouth curl against mine, searing my insides with pride. “Yes, she is. She fucking is.” His mouth landed quick and heavy over mine. “Now let go of me.”

I did exactly as he said, desperate need shaking through my hands. Kai quickly caught both of my wrists and dragged them behind me, pressing my palms flat to the surface, so I was leaning my weight back. “Keep your hands there,” he said and grabbed each of my ankles in turn and pulled my trainers off, letting them land on the concrete floor with a thud. “Feet on the edge of the worktop. Now.”

I grew breathless realising how he wanted me, but I lifted my legs, resting my heels on the edge of the worktop, letting him adjust them as he pleased. Then hooking a finger under my thong, he dragged it to the side, and released it with a gentle snap against my arse cheek.

He braced one hand on the table by my hip, gripped the root of his cock with the other, and rubbed the swollen head down between my wetness and up again, nudging my clit. I stifled a moan, biting down on my lip, as I watched. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

“Look at me, Esmeralda,” Kai demanded, and I angled my chin. “Do you want to use our safe word?”

I shook my head. “No—”

The syllable was still falling off the tip of my tongue when he abruptly thrust forward.

Sliding into me. Stretching me. Filling me right to the hilt on a low groan.

A broken sound was ripped from my throat as my back arched, my eyes widened, and my fingers clawed into the table for purchase…that I never found. Kai didn’t let me find it.

“Fuck,” he half breathed, half chuckled. A twisted smirk pushed his dimple deep into his right cheek. “You’re so wet, Babble, you took all of me in one go.” He dragged his cock back slowly, making my inner muscles clench around every inch of him. “Such a greedy little slut for me, aren’t you?”

He snapped forward again, ripping my breath and wits right out of hands as the sweet sensation of being rubbed everywhere right flared up to my head.

“Kai,” I gasped, lifting one hand to anchor myself to him.

But he jerked forward on an angry, “No,” and slammed so deep inside me, a blissful bolt of pain electrified my core. My other arm nearly gave out behind me, but Kai grabbed my wrist and pressed my palm back on the table. “Keep your fucking hand right there.”

I choked on his name, my face crumpling in a plea under his intense scowl. But he stayed right there—hand on my wrist, a bruising grip on my thigh, jaw grinding together—as he snapped his hips back-and-forth. Thrust after thrust after mean, breath-taking thrust. And he didn’t let up.

He set a vicious pace, ignoring my sobbed begging, grunting on a hard plunge every time I panted his name. He wasn’t fazed when my foot slipped off, he just grabbed my ankle and put it back into place, clung onto my hip with his other hand and thrust, thrust, thrust. Doing his best to ruin me.

On a fractured noise, I squeezed my eyes shut and Kai’s movements instantly slowed to a stop.

“No, no, no, no.” His hand around my wrist lifted to the back of my neck and he gave me a little shake. “Open your eyes, Esmeralda. Now. That’s it. Good girl. Keep your beautiful eyes on me.”

I whimpered under the praise as he rewarded me with a quick kiss. “Kai, please,” I choked out against his mouth. “Sir, please.”

“Please what, Babble?”

He snaked his hand around my neck and down my front as he leaned back. Pressing his hand against my lower belly, he drew his cock out and slowly pushed back in, creating an erotic, sloppy, wet sound. I gasped as my thighs gave a hard quiver under the intense wave of pleasure.

“Please have mercy on me, Sir?” He pushed in. “Please fuck me harder, Sir?” Out. “Please, it’s too much, Sir?” In. “Or…” His gaze dropped down as he dragged out. “Please torture my clit, Sir?” In!

I thrashed my head from side to side. “I’ll come—I’ll come—I’m going to come!”

“No, you fucking won’t,” he growled and completely drew his cock out of me, leaving me crying on the sudden feeling of aching emptiness. His red-stained hand came out of nowhere to clamp around my chin, squeezing my cheeks. “Have I given you permission to come yet?”

“No, Sir,” I stuttered, my words muffled by the way he was squishing my mouth.

“Exactly. So, are you going to come?”

“No, Sir.”

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