Page 79 of Tarnished Reign

“They’re mostly crime thrillers and no, I don’t read them usually.”

“What do you read?”

“Literature. Often classical, but also newer literature. And … romance.”

“Like Hallmark movies?”

“Um, no. More like Fifty Shades of Grey.”

“Really?” His face lights up with interest. “You like kinky shit?”

“I mean, on the page, yes. I haven't tried it in real life.”

His hands skim down from my hip, and he gently parts my lips and plays with my pussy.

“What sort of stuff turns you on?”

“Lots of things. Specifically women being held down. Men being forceful.”

“You like primal play?”

“What’s that?”

“It would be stuff like me chasing you. You running. When I catch you, I force you to the ground; you might fight a bit. I hold you down.”

The moan that forces its way out of my mouth has my cheeks burning.

“Yeah, you like primal, huh? This pussy likes it, getting all wet anew for me.” He slides two fingers inside me and pulls them out, staring at them. “You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

His hand slides over my ass, and he strokes his fingers, all wet and shiny, over my secret place.

I stiffen.

“Never had anyone in this hole?” he asks.

His words are coarse, but they don’t offend me; they turn me on.

“No. Not sure I want to.”

“I want to,” he says. “One day, when you’re ready, I want to fuck this virgin ass. The way I fucked your virgin pussy.”

He presses there, and when one finger breaches my entrance, I gasp.

His cock is hard, and he pushes out a stream of pre-cum. I stare at it greedily, wanting to taste it. “I want to fuck your wet pussy while I finger your ass.”

I nod and swallow, unable to speak.

He lies down and pulls me over him. “Sit on my cock, baby, and work yourself on it.”

I do as he says, and as his cock fills me, he adds a second finger.

“Oh,” I gasp.

“Play with your clit,” he orders.

I bring one hand around to my front, and for the first time, I finger my clit in front of him. His gaze is locked on my pussy, watching me avidly.

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