Page 22 of Wanted By a King

She rolls her hips up making contact with my hand, but I tug it free easily, my hand pressing to her chest to hold her down while I grip my cock.

“I’ll finish you off when you ask for my cock, Princess, and not a moment before.”

She screams in frustration at me, trying to thrash around as I wank my cock, loving her fight which turns me on even more.

“Stop doing that!” She screams as I piston my cock in my grip, and I shake my head, so fucking close to creaming all fucking over her.

“Watch me, Princess. Watch what you do to me.” My gravelly rasp gains her attention, her thrashing easing as her eyes fall to my dick fucking my hand. “This is all for you, Zoe. Just fucking ask for it.”

Another painful whimper falls from her lips before she bites down hard as she fights to resist me.

“Imagine how good it will feel to have me sink inside you,” I angle my hips closer, hovering the tip of my cock over her clit, teasing her with the possibility of touching her. “Imagine how good it will feel for me to stretch you so fucking wide that you almost can’t cope.”

She rolls her hips, the action brushing the head of my cock sending it jerking and turning her almost ravenous.

“Do you want it, Princess?” I ask, pumping faster, feeling my balls tighten, ready to spill. “Do you want me to fill you with my cock and my fingers at the same time?”

It’s then that her eyes widen, a look of shock passing her expression, and I realize I’ve worked her up so fucking much that she needs nothing more than the visual and my words.

“Would you like more than that, Princess?” I pump faster, ready to explode. “How about my fist? Could you take that?”

She cries out and I stiffen as my climax bolts through me before shooting my cum like a jet from my dick, right onto her pulsing cunt.

Fuuuck, if that’s not the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Zoe Miller coming from nothing more than intense arousal.

I didn’t plan for her to come unless she begged for my dick, but fuck, I can’t deny that was something else.

Collapsing on top of her, my breathing is ragged, my heart rate sprinting as my body strives to find a way to recover, and fuuuck, my shoulder is throbbing.

“Get… off.”

The squeak from Zoe reminds me that I’m crushing her, and I quickly roll off her, flopping onto the bed next to her as I hiss in a sharp breath as another bolt of pain surges down my arm.

“Sorry, Princess.” I wince, hoping she doesn’t hear the pain in my tone.

“Oh my God, Grayson.” She mutters, flopping a hand over her eyes as her chest heaves for air. “I hate you.”

I chuckle. “No, you don’t. You fucking love everything about me.”

She peeks out from her hand, her brows lifting in areallyglare. “I love nothing about you.”

“Bullshit.” I tease, rising up on my elbow to study her. “You fucking love waking up like this. You love the way I know how to set your cunt on fire. And you fucking love my dirty mouth if your orgasm was anything to go by.”

“I didn’t orgasm.” She denies, glaring at the ceiling.

I chuckle. “Yes, you fucking did. And hands free I might add. You seemed to really like the idea of me fist fucking you.”

“Oh, my God!” She shoots upright, turning a hard glare at me. “You are absolutely vile.”

I sit up too, flashing her a toothy fucking grin and fisting her messy blonde hair, tugging her to me.

“You fucking love how vile I am.”

Then I smash my lips to hers.

She fights me at first, trying to shove me back, her hands pressed to my chest, but I force my tongue past her lips and she fucking crumbles, giving in and kissing me right back. She melts in my arms, reminding me that even though she tries to fight it, she actually wants me. I just have to break down her iron walls and show her that it’s okay.

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