Page 48 of Hers to Rule

He chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He tugged again and held the tension until her hips rose slightly in response.

His rumble of approval made her stomach clench. Her magic still slumbered from the workout he’d given her with his mouth, and that left her feeling more exposed to him without the protection of it. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.

He watched her as he pulled and held twice more, creating a delicious tugging sensation that sang through her, waiting for her hips to rise each time. He licked the tip of one fang. “I want you to take my dick slow and slutty.”

To show him she understood, Mari lifted her hips again, higher, spreading her knees wider, the movement smooth and sultry. Her pussy was just barely hidden by her short skirt, but his eyes never left the junction of her thighs. Desperate heat settled low in her belly, both from the motion and from the way he watched her.

“Mmm. Just like that.” He took his time undoing his pants with one hand while he kept teasing her piercing with the other so that her hips kept moving. His cock was hard and ready when he brought it out. He stroked it a few times as her hips rose and fell in response to a slightly rougher touch.

She lifted her hips higher, her back arching, offering herself to him. When he pinched her nipple hard, she whimpered. “Please. I need your cock. I need you to fill me.”

“So needy.” He drew in a breath as he rubbed his cock again. “You gonna ride my dick slow and dirty?”

Mari nodded eagerly, raising her hips again to show him. “Just how you like it.”

“Yeah, you know how I like it. Absolutely fucking filthy. Stay still.” He moved closer and guided his cock between her legs, taking a moment to glide the head up and down through her folds.

She clenched her thighs so she wouldn’t move as he repeated the slow, torturous movement. She knew if he kept that up very long, she would lose all composure. When he focused his attentions on her clit, she groaned.

He tugged her piercing again, making her moan. “Rub yourself on me.”

She moved her hips up and down just a little, grinding her clit against the head of his cock and shivering as the delicious sensation coursed through her. “Please. I need more.”

“I know you do.” He pushed her skirt up so he had a better view. He trailed the hand that had been working her nipple down her body and around to her ass. “Slow.” He nudged her with his fingers, guiding her hips to engulf him with a smooth and gradual glide. He watched the place where their bodies joined with rapt attention.

Mari moaned as she stretched around his cock. The muscles she had to use to lift this way made her squeeze around him. She took him to the hilt, and then he held her there until she quivered. He felt fucking immense, filling her completely.

Cisco lowered her down to the desk again, just as slowly. She had an instant of desperate emptiness, and then he was coaxing her to lift her hips again. “That’s it, princess, fuck yourself on my dick.”

She did as he asked, lifting and squeezing and taking him exactly like he wanted her to, over and over. The slightly awkward angle only made her hotter because she had to work for it. “Fuck, Cisco. It’s so good.”

“It is.” He was watching the place where she engulfed him again, his lips curled in a sexy smile. “Can you come like this without my help?”

She repeated the motion again. Fuck, it was incredible, but the angle was just slightly wrong. “No.”

He chuckled. “Then you’d better convince me, because your pussy feels too good and I’m pretty close.”

“I want to come around your cock. I’m desperate for it, like I’ve never been desperate for anything.” She lifted again, letting herself moan as he filled her. “I want to take you deep just like this and shatter around you.” She lowered back down to the desk, panting for breath.

The next time she rose up, he held her there, stretched around him. His tail moved between them to tease the piercing in her clit, making her hips shudder. She groaned as the tendrils of pleasure spread through her from that spot, making her squeeze around him even more. Her thighs shook from the effort of holding herself this way, but she needed him exactly where he was.

He flicked the tip of his tail against her clit with more intention. At the same time, he encouraged her up with his other hand, forcing her to take him even deeper.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “Please don’t stop.”

He held her there on the razor-sharp edge, her body taut and aching, until her arms collapsed behind her. He lunged to catch her, lowering her to the desk before pressing into her with a hard thrust that pinned her against the unyielding wooden surface. He pushed her thighs wide so he could fuck her deeper, making her cry out.

Leaning over her, he reached for her throat to keep her on the desk as his hips continued to slam into hers. Whimpering, she arched up into his grip, begging for more, though her words failed her. His tail rubbed her clit in the same desperate rhythm.

Her orgasm ripped through her at his growled command. Waves of pleasure crashed over her, unbuffered by her magic, overwhelming her completely. The feeling of his hand around her throat was the only thing that kept her in her body, anchoring her to him when otherwise she thought she would float away. His own climax overtook him as she clenched around him, his roar of triumph echoing in the room and vibrating through her. He collapsed over her, his mouth searching out her jaw with soft nibbles as her body continued to pulse around him.

Satisfaction, slow and deep, bloomed from somewhere inside her as she clutched him to her, needing to feel his weight, his physical presence, all over her in the aftermath. In that moment, she knew she was done for. She would never get enough of him, no matter how deep inside her he was.

Her fingers dug into his shoulders, trying to pull him even closer, afraid that all of this would end before she’d even had a chance to understand the gravity of what she felt for him. He made a soothing noise into her throat where his face was buried, tickling her skin.

When Mari arrived balancing a huge bowl of popcorn and a pitcher of Giselle’s county-famous margaritas, Tilly had already made a nest of blankets on one of the couches in the middle of the vaulted television room.

“Buxom babes on sexy cars or romantic tearjerker?” Tilly asked with a serious expression.

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