Page 26 of Tormented Kings

He’s still not fucking naked.

Stepping forward, I grab at his shirt and yank it open. His eyes widen, and he gives me a sexy smirk when the buttons go flying. “Well, well, well.” Grayson chuckles as I get to my knees and make quick work of his pants next, yanking them down. His cock springs free, and my mouth waters. He’s so big, so hard. The veins on his cock feel so damn good inside me. I wonder how he would feel inside my ass while Declan is deep inside my pussy. “I didn’t know you were becoming such an eager little, oooohhhhh—” A moan rips from his throat as I grab the base of his cock and squeeze before I bring him to my mouth. I gather saliva in my mouth, making it easier to take him all the way to the back of my throat.

“Fuck, Pretty Girl,” he groans. “That mouth is fucking killer.”

I moan as I bob my head, hands gripping his thick thighs. I’m so worked up with everything they have been doing to me.

I’ve been so anxious and worried about these guys and where we stood after our arrangement, even a little bit during so, to finally have answers and for them to be in my favor is more than I could have ever hoped for.

Maybe I should have taken time to think about it, about what this means, about the pros and cons, but fuck it. All I’ve been fucking doing these days is thinking. So much so, I’m driving myself mad.

So right now, all I want to do is feel. I can worry about everything else later.

A wave of confidence I’m not used to, plus the sounds of Grayson losing it for me, has me wanting more.

“Fuck, Sadie,” he grunts, grabbing a handful of my hair as I suck him like a fucking hoover. “I’m gonna cum before I’ve even been inside you.”

Licking my lips, I look up at him through my lashes, lips wet and swollen.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, running his hand down the side of my face. “You're a sight to behold, Sadie. Down on your knees like a good girl, sucking me off so eagerly. You're perfect.” I’m not, but I don’t tell him that.

He pulls me to my feet before crashing his lips to mine. He kisses me until I’m dizzy, then breaks us apart. “Lube?” he asks with a growl.

“Bedroom,” I pant out. “Side table.”

He spins me around to face Declan, who’s moved to the couch. He’s naked now, stroking his cock as his chest rises and falls quickly, eyes swimming with lust and need.

“Go give your boy some attention. I’ll be right back,” Grayson instructs, tapping my ass before leaving.

I’m over to Declan in a second, swinging my legs over his hips to straddle him. “Hi,” I whisper, taking his glasses off and putting them on the table next to us.

“Hi, Sweetheart,” he whispers back.

He needs me just as much as I need him, waiting for me to take control, to tell him what to do.

I smile, running my hands up his chest, over his shoulders, and into his hair. Grabbing handfuls, I give it a little tug, the move making him groan and his eyes flutter shut.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” I praise him, his eyes opening again, half-lidded this time, as I scrape my fingers along his scalp. “Being so patient, waiting for me. Do you want your reward now?”

“Yes.” He nods. “Please, Mistress.” My heart swells at the use of the name.

“What would you like your reward to be?” I ask, leaning down to kiss along his jawline.

“You. I want to be inside you. I want you to fuck me, use me, ride me.”

I grin against his jaw before giving it a little nip, a whimper escaping his lips.

“Then go on, put your cock inside me, Declan, and make me feel good.”

One hand moves to his cock, the other one grips my hip and guides me down over the tip. Once he’s notched, he repositions so both hands are on my waist and then pushes me down to make me take his cock in one go, his chest heaving with need.

He lets out this whimpering groan as I gasp, eyes widening and nails digging into his shoulders at the sudden intrusion.

“Fuck,” I pant out, body humming with need, clit aching, belly cramping with arousal.

“I’ve missed this,” Declan groans, letting his head fall back against the couch. Slowly, I start to rock my hips, grinding myclit against him, loving the jolt of pleasure that shoots through me.

“Me too,” I breathe out.

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