Page 35 of King of the Dawn

I moved to take him inside of my mouth, and the guttural sound that rumbled from his chest caused more arousal to pool from me, coating my already wet thighs as I pleasured my man. His hips moved in rhythm with my mouth and the groans leaving him turned into whimpers. Feverous whimpers that fueled the fire in my belly.

He was coming undone for me. I was making the most powerful man I knew whimper for me.

“Oh, fuck, Evie. Don’t fucking stop. I’m so close.”

A gasp escaped him as I popped off and moved to bite his hip. “Who?” There was a hint of disdain to the question.

“Mistress, I need to come. Please.”

“God you’re so desperate,” I laughed. “You may come.”

I grinned up at him before I took him back in my mouth. It didn’t take long for the salty tang of his release to coat the back of my throat. And when it did, I didn’t stop sucking him. I drank every last drop, swallowing him. A curse left him as I continued to play with his now sensitive member, my tongue running along a nerve as I squeezed his balls.

He twitched, trying to get away from me. “Christ, Evie. I came. Fucking hell. That’s too much.”

I smirked, continuing my torment. That was the point. I pulled off of him, wiping at the excess of his spend from the corner of my lips before I began to stroke him again. “I’m not finished with you, tyrant. You’re going to get this thick cock hard for your mistress so she can be fucked properly.”

His hands jerked at the restraints, and before I could protest he’d snapped the rope in one easy tug. My heart leapt in my throat.

Chapter Fourteen

Jericho

My queen had a dominant side to her. One that called to me as she teased me, made me squirm, claimed me as hers in an entirely new way. I’d never given myself over to a woman like this before, never allowed myself to submit to such a powerful being.

Evie was a true queen but I’d known that already.

But now the submission was over. Now, I was going to remind her that she didn’t have to pretend to be strong with me. I was to be her safe place. Her home, even if temporarily. That dreaded fucking word. A word I began to loathe almost as much as the name Ryan.

“What are you doing?” My Irish witch asked, emerald eyes wide as I pulled her into my lap, then flipped us so she was beneath me, her back to my chest and her stomach against the cushions.

“Fucking my wife until she begs me to stop.”

“I thought I was the boss here?” she teased.

“You said you wanted my monster of a cock inside of you. You’re about to get it.” I pressed the tip of said dick against her entrance. “Mistress,” I added for good measure, before pushing into her tight heat.

Before I could pull out only to tease her again, her cunt clenched around me, pulling me inside of her. Deeper, tighter, never wanting to let me go. And who the fuck was I not to oblige the woman who had the power to rip my heart from my chest and pierce it with her pointy gothic nails?

Those same nails dug into the sides of the couch as I allowed her to acclimate to my size.

“I think I said thick,” she said between a bated breath.

“Thick, monster. Whatever. He’ll be splitting you wide open either way.”

When she pressed her ass into me, I knew she was ready to be properly fucked. My fingers dug into both sides of her hips as I set a fierce rhythm, hitting her as deep as I possibly could with each thrust. Her body responded to me in such a way that only made me want her more. She milked me while I fucked her into oblivion, soaking up each sensual sound that left her needy body.

“Fuck, baby. You drive me wild,” I told her as I bent over, pressing my chest to her back.

My teeth sunk into the back of her shoulder. I was close to spending my release again already. As if I hadn’t just given her all of me when she sucked me dry. I was starving for her.

“Jer,” she said, and I knew by the way her body stiffened that she was about to explode right along with me. “Don’t fucking stop.”

With one hand still on her hip, the other now buried in fiery red spirals, I pulled her head back so she was unable to move with the brute force that I supported her with. “Will you come for your tyrant, my queen?”

“Yes,” she moaned as I thrust into her again, both of us hitting our climax together.

Before I knew it, we were a heaping mess as I collapsed on top of her. Surely my weight was crushing her, but my sweet wife didn’t complain. Not as we both tried to catch our breaths before we could be caught.

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