Page 53 of King of Wrath

I can’t get enough and I sink deeper until his cock hits the back of my throat. Even then, I’m holding his hips in my hands, keeping him close.

“Sweetheart,” he grates, his voice ragged.

I wait another second before I push back, my mouth leaving his cock with a little pop. It’s messy and so hot. I look at him, knowing my eyes are watery and there might be a bit of drool on my lips. “I want you to take it.”

His dark gaze holds mine, his jaw going granite. “Your virginity.”

It’s not a question. He isn’t asking. He bends down, snaking an arm under my behind and then he lifts me so that my bare chest is pressed to his. And then he kisses me, long and slow, a completely different tempo and pace from what we’ve been doing.

I melt into that kiss.

Because as hot as everything we just did was, when he kisses me like this, it’s my heart that he touches.

Crap. That isn’t supposed to happen.

This is why young little virgins can’t play with grown men. I’m so far over my head here. “Please,” I beg, wanting so much more of him.

He kisses me again. “I know, baby girl. I know…” I’ve already wrapped my arms around his neck, and he lays down on the bed so that I’m on top of him.

I can feel his cock pressing into my heat and I wiggle the slightest bit, letting a bit more of him sink in.

It already burns, and my eyes widen in surprise.

Everything we’ve done has felt good. But I know this is going to hurt.

His hands come to my hips, but he doesn’t pull me down onto him, instead he holds me still. “But tonight, I don’t want there to be any pain,” he whispers against my lips. “Tonight, I just want to make you feel good.”

My eyes close as he kisses down my neck.

“Only good.” As much as I want all of this man, it’s a tempting offer. “How would we do that?”

He’s kissing back down to my breasts, sucking on one first and then the other nipple. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”

I shake my head, too busy enjoying how the scruff on his chin feels, the way his teeth scrape as he sucks.

It’s just the right amount of pain to make the pleasure more intense and I’m arching into him.

His hands skim down my back and over my ass, one of them settling in the crack. For a moment, I stiffen, but he only runs his finger along the seam, circling my little brown hole.

My eyes widen at how good it feels, how it amps every bit of pleasure, making it more intense.

“That one is mine too,” his low gravelly voice reverberates through me. “Every part of you is going to be mine.”

“Yes,” is all I can say as he takes my hips again and starts to lift me away from his body.

I cry out a protest but he only grins.

“I could use a bit of satisfaction too, love.” He’s still pushing me up and settling me next to him. “So why don’t you spin around so that we can help each other.”

“Spin around?” I have no idea what he means. But his grin only turns more wicked.

“Come sit on my face,” he says, his voice so rough, I give another pulse of pleasure at the sound alone.

“How is that going to help you?” But I’m already pushing up to my knees, climbing on top of him, settling my thighs around his head as I brace my hand against the wall. Curious? Yes. Excited? Absolutely. Do I trust him with my pleasure? Completely.

He gives me a long lick, swirling his tongue right where I need it most. I’m so ready to ride him that I grab one of my own nipples, giving it a pinch.

But he grabs my wrist, stopping me.

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