Page 76 of The Death King

His hands went still.

“And I don’t want to feel like that again.”

He didn’t take a breath. Just stared hard at my face.

“So…please don’t make me feel that way.” I grabbed the hem of my dress and slowly pulled it over my head, exposing my tits to the heat from the fireplace, feeling my nipples harden at the abrupt change in temperature.

Instead of looking at my tits, his eyes remained on mine the entire time. His hand cupped my cheek before it slowly slid into my hair. Then he guided my mouth down to his, bringing our lips together for a soft collision of our mouths. They lingered there for a while, like it was our first kiss, even though we’d shared many. Then his mouth took the lead and gave me kisses that were purposeful and hungry, like he loved to kiss me even though he claimed he didn’t want to kiss me at all.

My hands moved to his shoulders and dug into the warm muscle as I kissed him, feeling the pulse of his dick right against my slit. It felt like I was sitting on a hot log from a burning campfire.

His hands gripped my ass and lifted me farther over him as he grabbed the base of his dick and directed his head against me.

I felt his thickness right against my opening, immediately smeared in the wetness.

He moaned quietly when he felt me, and then his hand gripped my hip and he gently tugged me down, trying to get my slit to envelop his big dick. There was always resistance, and this time was no different. He pulled me down and thrust from below, forcing my body to open so I could sink down.

It was always a tight fit, always a forceful entrance that made me suck in a breath.

He moaned as he felt me slide down to his base, his eyes closing briefly as he enjoyed the way I sheathed his dick just as his scabbard sheathed his sword. When he opened his eyes again, he relaxed in the chair, his big hands gripping my thighs.

I started to move up and down, but I did it with hesitation because I’d never done this before. Whenever Talon and I were together, he was the one on top and I was the one folded underneath him. With General Titan, I was usually tied down. I’d never been the one in charge, the one taking the lead, the one giving the pleasure.

He seemed to read my uncertainty because he grabbed my hips and steadied me. “Like this.” He directed my hips, rolling them before they scooped down and took his length. He brought me back to the top and repeated the motion slowly, thrusting up to meet me at the bottom. He did it with me for a while before he released me.

I continued the motions, feeling my nub rub against his pelvic bone whenever I reached the bottom, his big dick fully inside me and making me wince slightly in pain. I lifted and rolled again, gaining confidence as I watched him enjoy it.

“You got it, baby.” His hand gripped my tit firmly in one hand, and he sucked the nipple of the other as I rocked into him, sliding down his fat dick until there was nowhere to go. Our bodies moved together perfectly, and then I didn’t have to think about my movements anymore. They just came naturally.

Our breaths deepened, and our skin glistened with sweat. I could feel the tightness in my back and core as I moved, feeling that euphoric burn between my legs every time my nub touched his hard body.

His head rolled back on the armchair, and he gave a deep growl. “Fuck.” His arms moved underneath my thighs, and he lifted me with him as he got to his feet unexpectedly. He held my weight effortlessly and moved me up and down his length, standing in the middle of the living room with his feet firmly planted in place.

My arms circled his neck, and I used my muscles to lift myself up and down to match his pace. I’d never done this before, had ever thought of this before, and seeing the way he so effortlessly held me and fucked me at the same time was the biggest turn-on ever. I felt the burn between my legs, felt the sunrise approach over the horizon, felt that euphoric pleasure he’d given to me before.

It came on suddenly and hit me so hard, it would have knocked me off my feet if I were standing. My arms slackened on his neck, and I felt like I was in free fall, my body tightening and convulsing, giving me a dose of ecstasy that I’d quickly become addicted to. He held me in place as I came, my eyes locked on his but never really seeing his face. I saw stars and clouds and sunshine all at once.

It came to an end when he finished the moment I was done, his arms plump and tinted red from working so hard to lift me over and over. He gave a ferocious moan as he filled me, his fat dick fully inside me.

I loved the times when I was on my back and he took me, doing all the work while I received all the pleasure. But that physical feat was impressive, and his strength was such a turn-on. He carried me to the bed and laid me down, and our bodies came apart.

He retrieved his clothes from the floor and pulled them on, covering his bottom half.

I sat up, fully naked and exposed now that his body wasn’t covering mine anymore.

He would normally walk out, but he turned to me like he felt obligated to say something. “Goodnight.”

Footsteps announced his approach rather than a knock. He entered my bedchambers in the same beautiful armor he wore before, midnight black with woven texture, a dragon crest in the center, a perfect complement to his dark hair and eyes. His enormous sword was hooked across his back, and he stared me down like the enemy as he approached.

Behind him seemed to be the armorer, because he carried a new set of armor that looked similar to Talon’s, but in shades of gray so my lower stature was distinguished.

That meant he wanted to train—again.

Or watch me fall on my ass, to be more accurate.

The armorer laid out the pieces on my bed.

Another man entered, holding a sword in a black scabbard.

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