Page 47 of Desecrated Reign

ROHAN

Every ounce of my resolve breaks when Saoirse drops to her knees, her nails clawing down my abs, mauling me like a wild kitten. Her dainty hands ease into the waistband of my grey sweatpants before hooking them underneath my arsecheeks, lowering them just enough to free my rock-hard erection.

The sight of her on her knees has me fucking feral, and I can’t stop my hand from slipping into her hair. I grip the roots at the base of her scalp, tugging her head back until her amber eyes lock onto mine. “Ar mhaith leat do liopaí deas a bheith péinteáilte i mo chum, mo bhanríon?” Do you want those pretty lips painted in my cum, my queen? I say, stroking my erection with my free hand as pre-cum leaks from the tip. My cock strains to slip between her lips, and I’m salivating at the prospect of them wrapped around my dick until I’m choking her with my cum.

Her tongue sweeps across her lower lip, slow and seductive, as she holds my gaze, daring me to take whatever I need. She scoots a little closer until the angle is right, then circles her fingers around my shaft and guides it towards her mouth. Her tongue sweeps out, and she licks the tip, groaning as she swipes at the beads of pre-cum decorating my crown. A low grumble rattles in my chest, and my grip on her hair tightens. She tilts her head and trails her tongue along my length from base to tip before enclosing her mouth over my head, sliding down my cock until I’m hitting the back of her throat, and she’s gagging around my length.

Closing my eyes, I curse under my breath as she takes her time caressing every inch. When my cock hits the base of her throat, a guttural groan rips from my lips. “Jesus Christ, love.”

She moans in appreciation while worshipping me with the pad of her tongue, working my cock like it’s the best thing she’s ever put in her mouth. Needing more, my hips jut forward as I guide her up and down my length with the firm grip I have on her hair. Each thrust is desperate, slamming into her, chasing the release I crave. Saoirse reads my cues, hollowing her cheeks and sucking me down as far as she can go. Tears spill from her eyes as I quicken my pace. Following my silent command, she widens her mouth, stretching her jaw, sucking and licking like the fucking queen I know she is. “That's it, mo bhanríon. Fill your filthy mouth with my cum.”

Saoirse peers up at me from under her thick lashes and our eyes meet, remaining locked on one another as I fuck her mouth with frenetic thrusts. The heat in her eyes tells me to keep going, so I do, ramming my dick into her mouth until saliva seeps from the corners. When her hand slips between my legs and cups my balls, a familiar tingle snakes up my spine, and I know I’m seconds away from flooding her throat.

“Fuckin’ hell, love. Don’t you fucking dare stop.” She hums over a mouthful of my dick, and the sensation sends me catapulting toward my climax. My grip on her hair tightens as I detonate in her mouth, shouting out my release and calling her name in worship as I empty everything inside her. “Holy fuck, Saoirse. That’s it, baby. Swallow every drop.”

Saoirse doesn’t let up until every drip of cum is cleaned off my cock. Once I can stand without shaky legs, I pull her up and lift her off her feet. Her legs circle around my waist, instantly, and I carry her over to the piano bench. I lower us both onto the seat, then, with a swipe of my hand, I close the fallboard and lift Saoirse on top.

Sliding my hands up her thighs, I tease the hem of my dress shirt she’s wearing. My hands sink into the cotton, and within seconds, I’m tearing it open, the small plastic buttons dispersing in all directions. “Spread those legs, baby. Let me see my pussy.”

Saoirse follows my command, placing a foot on either side of me and giving me an optimal view of her cunt. Keeping my eyes on hers, I tease my fingers along the inside of her thigh, relishing the way her body tightens beneath my touch. I waste no time and slip a finger into the warmth of her pussy. Throwing her head back, my name whispers past her lips on an airy moan. “Rohan.”

I pull my hand back slightly, and add another finger before pushing inside and allowing her greedy pussy to clench around them. I pump in and out of her cunt, keeping my eyes on her beautiful face as she bows beneath my touch. Her brows draw together, as she grinds her clit against my thumb. Increasing the pace, I curl my fingers against her G-spot, ripping the moans from her throat like a reward.

“Don’t stop, King.” Those three words pant past her lips on a gasp, body locked tight as she fights against the pressure building. Her musky, sweet scent fills the air, making my mouth water, and suddenly the need to taste her becomes unbearable.

Ripping my fingers from her cunt, an anguished cry leaves her mouth. She reaches for me as I lower my head between her legs. Her fingers slip into my hair, drawing me closer as I swipe my tongue across my lower lip. I brace my hands on her inner thighs, keeping her spread open for me as I sink my teeth into the crevice between her hip and pussy, leaving my mark on her perfect skin. Finally, I put her out of her misery when I swipe the tip of my tongue across her clit, toying with it, teasing it, until I suck it between my lips with a pop. Her body bends for me, her hips grinding forward, coating my chin in her juices. Sliding my hands around her waist, I grip her arse and pull her in closer, feasting on my favourite meal.

Her panting accelerates, and her thighs clamp around my ears, holding me in place. “More, Rohan. I need more.” Following her cue, I bring my hand back to her entrance and ease two fingers inside, rubbing against the sweet spot that always makes her detonate. That’s all it takes. Her walls clamp down around my digits, squeezing so fucking tight I almost lose circulation. “Oh, fuck. I’m coming.”

I could lose myself in the airy sound of her falling apart for me and be perfectly content with never finding my way back. Once her body finishes convulsing, I ease my fingers from her dripping pussy and lift my head, capturing her lust-filled gaze with mine. Then, raising my fingers to her lips, I demand, “Open your mouth, love. Taste how I make you feel.”

Her lips wrap around my fingers, cleaning her nectar off as she swipes the pad of her tongue over each knuckle. My dick begs me to draw her closer, the need to bury myself inside her grows more intense by the second. I tug her forward, gripping her hips as I ease her onto my lap. Too enthralled in everything she makes me feel, I waste no time lining the head of my cock up with her entrance, and with a flick of my hips, I seat myself in her warmth.

As my crown notches inside her, her pussy clamps down on me, and a strangled groan fills the air around us. “Fucking heaven, baby.” Maintaining eye contact, my hands guide her tiny body up and down my shaft. With every thrust, her pussy hugs me tighter, making my cock fucking throb as I fight against blowing my load. “Jesus Christ, love. You’re so fucking tight.”

Her fingers tease the hair at the nape of my neck as I lower my mouth to her chest, gliding my tongue across her sternum. Her body bows, back bending as she pushes her chest forward with a shaky moan. “Oh, Rohan. Fuck, King. You feel so good.”

With every dart of my hips, the bench beneath us screeches against the hardwood, but I block it out, shifting upwards and spearing Saoirse with greedy thrusts. My balls slap against her as I pound into her at a more frantic pace.

I can feel her orgasm building, so I bring one hand around to her clit and pinch it between two fingers, twisting slightly. Her body springs forward, coiling with pleasure. The new angle allows me to pivot my hips, and I shove in and out of her cunt like a man possessed, making her pert breasts bounce.

My hands roam over her curves as a familiar tingle gnaws at the base of my spine. “I’m close, baby.”

“Me too,” she pants, working my cock like a pro. Grabbing a tuft of my hair, she guides my lips towards hers and slams her mouth against mine. Her tongue pushes between my lips and she fucks my mouth as thoroughly as I am fucking her tight cunt. “Now, Rí.”

I press down hard on her clit with my thumb and thrust my cock deeper, hitting the right spot. In an instant, she’s screaming out my name as her cunt pulsates around my dick, squeezing out my release until I am filling her with every drop of my cum.

30

SAOIRSE

“Two days?” My wide eyes bounce between my mam and dad, wondering if I heard them right. “You can’t be serious.”

It’s not that I don’t want to marry Rohan, because I do, but it all seems a little… pre-emptive. We’ve barely completed our second trial, and naïvely, I thought we could spend the summer hanging out together before diving into our roles as king and queen of a nationwide syndicate, but clearly the universe has other plans—and by universe, I mean Lorcan and my mam. “There is no way we can pull off a wedding in two days.”

“It’s our best bet, doll.” Lorcan leans forwards, resting his elbows on his knees as he surveys every inch of my face, searching for my reaction. “Throw enough money at it, we could have you two married within the hour. But we wanted to let you have enough time to pick out a wee dress, at least.”

From the seat next to me, Rohan’s finger draws lazy circles on my thigh, seemingly unfazed by the bomb my parents announced as soon as they arrived this morning. “I’ve no problem making Saoirse my wife. I’d do it today and not bat an eyelid, but what’s the big rush? We have time.”

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