Page 58 of Malevolent King

His tongue slid along mine, hot and wet and slow, like he was savoring my touch. I rocked against him, feeling him already hard and waiting. His hard-on pressed on my pussy, and the thin sleep shorts did nothing to blunt the sensation of his want. I could come like this, rubbing my cunt against his jeans again, but tonight, I wanted more.

My hands fell down his body, and I reached for his jeans. He stilled as I popped them open. I reached inside and felt his rapidly hardening dick. I pulled him free, and he swelled in my hands as I wrapped them around his wide girth. I pumped up and down ineptly. I’d never touched a dick before. I was fascinated by the way it was silky soft and intimidatingly hard at the same time.

“Is this okay?” I asked, my voice a rasp.

“I’d usually say buy a guy dinner first, but seeing as it’s you… Spit on it, prom queen,” he instructed. “Get it nice and wet so I can pretend it’s your cunt.”

His filthy words dragged at my senses, turning me on even more. I followed his command and leaned down, spitting on the head of his cock and spreading it down his length with my fists. The sound of my strokes felt deafening in the silent dark.

“Like that?”

“Fuck yeah, just like that.”

I pumped him for longer, enjoying exploring his member. I let my fingers move around the crown, down to his balls, and over all the thick veins that sprawled along the thick length. His tip was leaking pre-cum, and I gathered it with my finger to taste it. Nikolai jerked against the cuffs, a low growl leaving his throat.

I let go and stood. He watched me. I could make out his face better now that my eyes had adjusted to the dark. His eyes were endless pits of hunger. I pushed down my sleep shorts and slid my hand between my legs. I was already wet from touching him. Next, I positioned myself over his lap.

“Are you really about to fuck me, prom queen, while I’m tied up and can’t touch you back?” His voice was strangled with want.

I slowly knelt astride him and touched his dick again, pulling it up and placing it at my entrance. My thigh muscles trembled as I held myself poised over him.

“Yes, I’m going to do exactly that unless you don’t want me to.”

He was silent, staring into my eyes, only inches from his. “And I thought your father had a knack for torture. I guess it runs in the family,” he said finally.

He flexed his hips, sending the tip of his cock inside me.We both groaned at the same time. I sank down a little, inch by inch.

“Stop me now if you don’t want me,” I warned him.

“I couldn’t stop you now if my life depended on it. And for the record, I’ll never not want you.” Nikolai groaned.

It was too much. His surprisingly sweet words, and the feeling of him entering me. The act of rebellion was a turn-on, too. I was taking the decision about my body in my hands, and for once, I didn’t care what happened because of it. I might be about to marry some stranger, but this moment, right here, my first time, was my choice. I was choosing the only man who had ever sacrificed for me. The one man who saw all my fucked-up parts and found them beautiful.

I sank all the way down on him. The pain was a quick, deep twinge that radiated outward. Half the pain was popping my cherry, but the rest was how wide and long Nikolai was. My muscles strained to accommodate him. I cried out and rested my head against his sternum. It was the oddest feeling. Nikolai softly shushed me and rocked his knees, bent behind me. It was soothing and rubbed his cock against places inside me that made the pain go away. Bit by bit, the pain faded, and only heat remained.

“Does it hurt?” He echoed my earlier question.

“Not enough to stop.”

I moved on him in small nudges, exploring the feeling. I grew more adventurous, rising and falling at a faster pace, and Nikolai blew out a harsh breath.

“Touch yourself, Sofia. Play with your clit while you fuck me.”

I brought my hand around my front and touched myself.

Nikolai grinned. “Good girl. Get yourself off while you bounce on my cock and cover me in your cum.”

I gasped as his words unraveled pure heat in my belly. I bucked my hips, growing braver as I rose and slammed down. I circled my hips on him, chasing the orgasm rushing toward me.

“Touch yourself faster, prom queen. You’re going to come.”

“How do you know?” I gasped, arching my back and bouncing wildly on top of him.

“I can fuckingfeelit,” he gritted, and pushed his hips up into me.

Without warning, I came. The world went white, and my body contracted all over. My pussy clamped down on Nikolai, and he groaned as I kept moving on him, my body rising and falling out of pure animal instinct. I wasn’t thinking. I wasn’t trying to do anything. I was simplyfeeling. For a second, I was completely free.

Nikolai pushed into me, his hips still pistoning up while I pulsed around him, senseless in my pleasure.

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