Page 31 of Deadliest Throne

“Be a good boy and lay there.” I grin as I start to ride him again.

“You’re a fucking brat, Little Bird.”

“I’m your fucking brat. I’ll do whatever you tell me, except untie you.”

“Fine,” he grumbles.

I build back up to a good pace, getting an angle that feels so damn good. His cock hits my sweet spot, and I feel that familiar pleasure building in my core again.

I’m sweating now, starting to get tired. Normally, when I ride one of my guys, they start to help me at this point by grabbing my hips and rocking me back and forth, or fucking up into me. But he can’t.

“I don’t know how much longer I can go,” I pant out in a whine. “I’m tired. But I’m so close.”

“Do not stop, Little Bird,” he warns, panting as badly as me with this wild look in his eyes. I know he’s close too. I want us both to finish. I want him to cum inside me, to make me his. I fucking love it.

Shaking my head, I let it hang as I dig my nails into his chest. I’m so close, so damn close.

“Look at you,” he growls. “Taking my cock so fucking well. That's it, be daddy’s little whore and cum on my cock, Little Bird. Be a good fucking girl and do as you're told.”

He's never called himself daddy, but it sure as hell does something to me that I really fucking like. Whimpering, my pussy clenches around him.

“Who's a cum slut, Raven?”

“Me,” I moan.

“Whose cum slut are you?”

“Yours,” I whine.

“Yeah, you fucking are. I’m gonna cum, Raven. I’m so fucking close. Ride me harder, faster, fucking take this cock and make it fill you up like you know you want.”

“Oh god, Link. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I’m sobbing now, my orgasm right there as I push my body to its limits.

“That’s it, that's a good little slut. Fuck, look at you. Come on, baby, choke me with that cunt.”

I gasp loudly as the orgasm hits me. It’s hard, sending me crumbling onto him.

I cry out his name, my pussy gripping his cock like my life depends on it. He roars so damn loud it shatters me harder. His cock pulses violently inside me, sending wave after wave of cum, filling me up just like we both wanted.

My hips keep moving, little jerks are all I can manage as I try to pull as much pleasure as I can from him.

I’m sobbing now, the orgasm taking so much out of me. I feel like I’ve had some sort of out-of-body experience.

It’s too much. The orgasm won’t fucking stop. “Raven?” Link’s worried voice breaks through the ringing in my ears. “Little Bird, untie my hands.”

It takes a moment to pull myself up. I’m so tired, but I manage to lean over and undo one hand. He quickly reaches over and undoes the other.

Then his arms reach around me and he’s soothing me, rubbing his hands up and down my back.

“Shhh. I’ve got you, Little Bird. You did so fucking good. I’m so proud of you.”

I don’t know why I’m still crying. But sometimes during sex, things can become overwhelming, hormones and emotions jumble together.

“Are you okay? Please, tell me you're okay?” his voice sounds worried. I don’t want him to be worried.

“I’m fine.” I take in a shuddering breath, my crying calming. “I’m better than fine. God, that felt so good.” And then I’m crying again.

He chuckles, letting out a breath. “Yeah, Little Bird. It fucking did.”

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