Page 87 of Tall, Royal and Grumpy

Her breath heaved quietly and mine completely halted. Trapped in my lungs so fucking blissfully as my balls tightened, only to break free in a loud groan when her throat convulsed around my length.

“Fuck, that’s it, Babble. Such a good fucking girl.” I bared my teeth down at her as I watched her beautiful eyes fill with tears, her cheeks going pink as she struggled to keep the whole of my dick in her mouth. But she did. And it was gorgeous. She was gorgeous.

She held herself there for a few seconds, then she pulled back, gasping the moment my dick slipped from between her lips. Saliva strung over her chin as her mouth hung open, the liquid lust in her eyes threatening to spill down her cheeks. Not even the best artist in the world could have replicated the stunning picture she painted.

Something wild and possessive roared through my blood, tearing apart any sanity left in my mind. My hands moved reflexively under the consuming feeling, shoving her head by the hair until her parted lips pressed against the side of my dripping wet cock while my other hand flew up.

I leaned over her and swung back down, smacking her over one pert arse cheek thrust up in the air behind her. Not as a punishment, but as the fucking reward she craved and deserved.

Esmeralda choked on a cry, her body jerking from the impact and her nails biting so damn hard into my thighs it hurt so fucking sweetly. Probably hard enough to leave little marks. Her marks on me.

I groaned my delirium as the vibrations of her cry lingered through my dick. Just like the faint pink stain of my handprint on her arse. My mark on her.

Pulling on her hair, I drew her head back to look at her. Part of me was checking I hadn’t pushed her too far, but the other part wanted to memorise every expression she made.

I ran my fingers gently over her swollen mouth and flushed cheeks. “You’re stunning, Esmeralda.”

The glow in her eyes grew headier. “A—again.” She aligned her mouth with my cock.

There was no doubt that she meant both the spanking and deep-throating. I huffed out a single chuckle, smirking as I cupped the underside of her chin with my free hand. “Open up.”

She obeyed and I slowly slid home. Holding still for three seconds, sliding almost fully out, hitting the back of her throat again, then pulling out all the way. I shuddered as she gasped and landed two hard smacks on her arse as a reward before shoving my dick back into her mouth.

I only managed to do it a few more times before the pleasure felt too much like an impeding orgasm. But there was no way I was coming before she did. Or in her mouth. Right then, at least.

The moment I dragged her mouth off my dick, I moved her around, turning her arse to me. I pressed a hand between her shoulder blades, pushing her chest down to the mattress so her derriere stuck higher in the air and—

Slap. I landed a hard spank on one of her arse cheeks. She was still crying out when I slapped the other cheek too, the vicious sound ringing through her breathless shriek.

“Are you going to fucking try to make me jealous again, Babble?” I gritted out, palming both my hands over her backside.

“No,” she cried, her head thrashing from side to side as she fisted the silk-covered duvet in her hands. I spanked her arse cheeks in quick succession. “I won’t! I won’t!” Slap. “I promise.” Slap. “I’m so—rry.” Slap. “Kai!” Slap. “Please!”

She wasn’t begging me to stop. She was begging for more.

Rubbing a hand over her smarting skin, I said, “Say ‘thank you’ after every spank, Esmeralda. Loud and clear.”

Slap. “Thank you,” she mewled. Slap. “Thank you!” Slap.

After her tenth “thank you,” I was so overdosed on arousal that my mind was a complete fog. I had to shake my head to see straight before I smoothed my hands over her reddened arse.

“Fuck,” I moaned, watching her arousal drip down from her swollen cunt onto my bedsheets. “You’re fucking dripping, Babble. Is that how much you like being spanked?”

All I got was a whimpered sound from her and a hard quiver of her thighs. I chuckled, feeling prouder than I should have for stealing my chatty Esmeralda’s ability to speak, but all I wanted to do was keep her silent and drugged on the pleasure I wanted to give her.

I stroked two blunt fingers between her drenched pussy lips, coating them in her wetness. Before shoving them right into her to the knuckle. She cried out with a shake of her body, and I wished I could’ve seen the face she made right then. Instead, I held her down with a hand around the back of her neck and pumped my fingers hard and fast. Her cunt made delicious, filthy wet sounds.

“Tell me, Babble,” I rasped as I moved my hand on her neck into her hair. “Who makes you feel so good you can’t fucking speak or move or breath?”

“You,” she sobbed. “F—uck, Kai. Please, please, please.”

I pulled on her hair, forcing her to move back and upright. “Who’s good girl are you?”

“Yours.” Her new position let her ride my fingers, and fuck, did she grind on them hard like a needy little brat.

I yanked on her hair, tipping her face all the way up to the ceiling, giving me a glimpse of her damp cheeks and gasping mouth. “Who’s the only person who gets to thoroughly examine you from now on?” I growled, swaying closer to her to get a better look at her beautiful, teary face.

“You, Sir!”

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