Page 37 of Deadliest Throne

“Yes,” he grunts, adding more pressure against my clit as he stares at me daringly. I think someone wants to play a little game.

Eyes locked, I fuck him harder. His cock feels so fucking good, the thick veins brushing against my inner walls.

The faster he moves his thumb, the harder I pull his hair. His lips part, so do mine, and we’re both breathing heavily now.

My head grows dizzy with pleasure as my body starts to burn from the inside out. He leans forward and bites down on my nipple, making me cry out. My pussy clenches around him making him chuckle.

“I can do pain too, baby.”

“I love pain, Stalker Boy,” I pant out. “Don’t you know that? Seems like you might be just as fucked up as me.”

We’re both close; I can see it in his eyes, the way his chest is heaving, and his jerky thrusts as he tries to match my pace.

Feeling a little bold, I wrap one of my hands around his throat, his eyes flaring with surprise, and squeeze, hard.

His eyes roll back as his whole body locks up. My eyes widen in surprise as this man’s full body shudders below me, his hands shooting to my hips, grabbing onto them and holding me down. His cock pulses violently, sending jet after jet of his hot cum deep inside me.

The sight of him shattering below me is my undoing. I lean forward, move my hand, and bite down hard on his neck as I scream, my cunt locking around his cock in a vice grip as an orgasm so powerful it borderlines pain hits me.

After the waves of pleasure lessen, I let go of his neck and suck in a big breath of air. “Holy shit,” I pant out. “Holy fucking shit.”

“Damn it, Chiaro di luna, are you trying to kill me?” he chuckles, sounding like he too is struggling to catch his breath. “I mean, if so... what a fucking way to go.”

I laugh, burying my face into his neck as he wraps his arms around me. I sigh contently, basking in the glow of our lovemaking. Because that's what it is with this man. It's never just sex.

“I love you,” I murmur against his neck before pressing a soft kiss there.

“And I don’t exist without you.” He kisses me on top of my head. Tears sting my eyes. His words are better than an I love you.

We don’t move until the cool night, mountain air makes me shiver. “Let’s get you inside.”

“Okay.” He helps me off him, and I grin at the mess in his lap. He winks as he pulls his pants up, not caring about our mixed release as his slides down my inner thigh. Eww, nothing more uncomfortable than cold cum on your skin.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask him when we’re up in the bathroom, the warm water beating down on us as he cleans me up.

“Anything.”

“Can I fuck you in the ass?”

His wide eyes snap up to mine. “W-what?”

I bite my lip and grin. “I know you like the feeling of something inside you. And don’t think I haven't seen the toy in your nightstand.” I raise a brow, and yup, he blushes again. So damn cute. “It’s okay if you like things in the ass. I do.” I shrug.

“Fucking hell, Ray.” He lets out a breath with a chuckle.

“Please,” I pout.

“Tell you what. Once you have the baby, we can get you a strap-on. Then you can fuck me in the ass all you want.”

“Really?” My eyes go wide with excitement.

“You know I’d do anything for you.” He laughs, but he won’t make eye contact with me.

"Quinton?" I cup his face. He looks at me, a little bit of embarrassment shining in his eyes. "This will be just between me and you. The guys never have to know." I know Hunter would have a field day with this, but I want Quinton to be able to express his sexual desires without feeling ashamed. I sure as hell don't have any, and half the things I like, people deem fucked up.

He visibly relaxes.

“Let's get you out and dried off before you're asking to become my domme or something.”

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