Page 100 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

“I can’t imagine your hot pussy giving my cock a choke hold, Precious,” he groans as he begins to pull his fingers in and out. Sliding them builds that rising sensation of excitement and pleasure, the two going hand in hand in this heightened moment of need and desire.

The blaze tousles in the pit of my stomach, coiling and making me anxious to ride the waves that would follow far too quickly.

“You can have that and more,” I finally answer him as I wrap my arms around his neck, wishing to slide myself forward enough so I can use the counter to my advantage. My King wants me to ride his fingers, and I have every intention of doing that.

“Oh, Precious, I know,” he assures me. “Lift your legs so your feet are on the counter,” he orders. I don’t delay in following his orders, which is why my arms unhook from his neck so I can further slide back along the counter and lift my legs.

He pulls his fingers out for a second but glides them back in before I can experience a hint of frustration revolving around their absence.

“You’re far too wet for me not to get a taste, Precious,” he admits while he looks at my position from head to toe.

I don’t know what I look like. I can just assume my nipples are hard and pressing against the thin material of my t-shirt. My hair is probably a tangled mess once more, with some of those silver strands clinging to the sides of my face that are glistening with sweat.

I feel far too hot and needy, but goodness, this level of anticipation is dangerous to get addicted to. How he can easily ignite this in me is unquestionably talented.

I just have to be horny for this man.

“Brace yourself, Precious,” he warns as we lock eyes. I take a steady breath while those unique eyes of red dilate with desire. He licks his bottom lip, projecting how thirsty he is for what he wants.

To suck me off with those sinful lips.

I don’t know what to expect from a set of fingers, yet when this man starts pumping them inside me, I can tell he’s far more experienced than he leads on.

Who would dare deny this man?

Thrusting his fingers makes me hotter and wetter, my moans echoing against the tiled walls as I beg him to continue.To move faster, thrust deeper.To give me exactly what I’m craving so bright and early in the morning.

I’ll take whatever punishment this leads me toward.

Just make me cum all over your fingers.

“So close,” I warn and brace for the colliding waves of pleasure that will consume me any second. He increases his pace, following the rhythm of my gasps, moans, and needs until I’m at the very edge.

He pulls out at that last second, but there’s no stopping the explosive firework of bliss that fizzles through me. He just adds to the flame of pleasure when his hot mouth latches onto my pussy while those cum-cloaked fingers circle my clit at a ferocious pace.

I’m not only cumming, but squirting into his greedy mouth that sucks and lavishes my pussy with desperation.

“Ah!” I can’t even fight the shrieks of ecstasy that escape my lips or how my hips buckle upward in hopes Matteo will further dive into my pulsing pussy. To feel his tongue slide right between my quivering hot walls and further thrust and spread me as I cum is a newfound sensation I’ve yet to really dwell on.

My hand is in his short locks, making me realize how dark those brown strands are and the very faint strands of red that must have been a lovely bright shade that faded with time.

I’m gripping his head far too tightly, my fingertips inching into his scalp, but I need him to tame that beast of a tongue that’s enjoying how I buckle, whimper, and cry out Matteo’s name.

He lets me ride my high without holding back. He only retreats when I’m trying to scurry from his mouth. I’m completely breathless while I watch how he licks the creamylayer of juices along his lips. It’s so fucking hot and sensual to witness, and I can only wonder how I even got this lucky.

To go from a man who can do nothing but sputter hate my way to someone so opposite of him.

“Appeasing enough for now, Sweet Precious Gem?”

“Y-Yes,” I pant and can’t help but blush now that my desperate need has been tamed. “S-Sorry. I don’t normally act like that.”

“I have no problem with you acting exactly like that and more,” he defends as he rises and fetches a small towel from the far cabinet drawer on my right side. He wets the white cloth with warm water.

“Let’s clean you up real quick.”

I don’t know why I look so surprised, but I can’t control my flabbergasted expression.

“Your Kings don’t clean you up after?”

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