Page 33 of King of Wrath

It’s the final straw and I fucking break hard, my cum shooting into her mouth, down her throat as I spasm, my jerking motions creating just enough friction that I cum even harder.

I don’t even know what I’m saying but I’m spitting words as I tighten my grip in her hair.

This was not the plan.

The plan was a slow, steady seduction that was sweet and loving. I want Nia to fall in love with me, spill all her secrets.

I’ve been taking great pains to be gentle…careful. I already knew she didn’t have much experience.

I didn’t expect her to be a virgin. Everyone knows her sister Jess gets around despite the strict rules the girls live under.

I didn’t expect to feel anything at all for Nia. She was supposed to be the enemy. Instead…

I digress. I expected Nia to be inexperienced enough that I needed to be a gentleman. Be slow and sweet.

Instead, I’m cumming down her throat as I spit and roar, my balls so fucking empty that I just want to collapse back in the bed.

I pull out of her mouth, my chest heaving as I stare down at her.

Her underwear is still dangling around one ankle. Her torn tank around her waist.

Her chest is rosy, her cheeks flushed, her eyes sparkling with a bit of water from the effort of keeping my monster cock in her mouth.

I can’t help it.

I bend down and kiss her hard, my tongue ravaging her swollen lips before it tangles with hers.

This is not the first kiss I had in mind at all. But I can’t stop myself as she tips back, laying on the bed.

I follow, covering her body with mine, my cock already getting stiff.

How can that even be possible? I just had the most amazing orgasm and yet…I want more.

I twine my fingers in hers, lifting her arms over her head as I settle my hips between her legs.

My cock is pressing into her still-dripping folds and I grit my teeth. I can’t take her virginity now.

I need to slow this train. But I don’t want to think about my fucking goals or my stupid plans. I just want her.

I want to fill this woman with my cum. As if she hears my thoughts, she wraps her legs around my hips, the softness of her thighs so warm and sweet I groan into her mouth.

“Are you going to make me yours, Daddy?”

There isn’t a doubt in my mind that I am going to make her mine. But I don’t have to do it all in one day.

Do I?

Part of me is already aching to be inside her. But I need to focus on the long game and not throw it away for a bit of pleasure.

No matter how much I want it.

Nia is a little vixen and that could be to my advantage if I’m careful.

My forehead falls to hers. I don’t want to be careful. I want to say fuck it to everything, bury myself inside her, and worry about the rest of the world later. “I am, my little sweetheart. But not just yet.”

She mewls out a protest, her hips rolling against mine. “What if I asked with a pretty please?”

She is pushing every one of my buttons and for a moment I have to wonder who is playing who. It’s sobering enough that I push up, looking down at her rosy face. Her eyes are a bit unfocused, a flush still on her skin.

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