Page 20 of Cruel Crown

I gripped her hair and pulled her back, her eyes glaring at me. “You want to play, baby?” I asked as I licked my lips.

Her eyes flashed, and I felt her pussy dampen my lap even more. I brought my mouth to her neck and kissed over her throat, leaving a faint line of blood.

Daphne then pulled back from my hold, trying to take control of the situation. Without warning, I lifted her hips and slammed into her. She let out a soft moan as I penetrated her, her hands coming to my shoulders so she could have something to balance herself on. She might have been on top, but I was showing her who was fucking whom. She only allowed it for a moment when she pushed my chest until I was lying on the sand.

Our gazes locked, and everything we would never say passed between us in one glance. She broke the contact first and gave me the softest of the kisses. She then kissed down my neck as her hips moved slowly on my dick.

“I love your tattoos,” she mumbled against my chest. “They tell your story, something so raw and sharp, you can’t help but touch and admire the beauty of the cut.”

My chest heaved because no one had ever made a comment about them. All my tattoos had meaning. My kills, my life, trying to hide from the world in plain sight. I didn’t answer with words; instead, I fucked her harder. I felt the way her pussy got tighter and wetter. Her hands and lips roamed all over my body as I played with her hair. She kissed the scales on the dragon I had on my chest, and then she pushed off me.

“Baby, I swear to God—”

Yeah, my coherent thoughts left me. Her lips came down the ridges of my six-pack, her nails lightly scratching. My hand went to her hair so I could see her face, the way her eyelashes fanned my skin. All of it was driving me out of my damn skin.

Fuck, she was something else. She grabbed my dick and leisurely stroked it while she smirked at me.

“Petal, either you put me in your fuck—”

Heaven—this was heaven. The cavern of her mouth was wet, hot, and fuck; she was sucking me off like a damn vacuum.

“Petal…” I warned, knowing I was close. “Stop.”

She didn’t. She took me deeper to the back of her throat, her hand massaging my balls, and she sucked harder, her teeth scraping lightly against me.

“Fuck,”I snarled because I wanted to come in her pussy. My hands went to her hair, pulling it down against me, and as I heard her gag and gasp for air, I fucked her face hard as if in punishment.

My woman? Well, that crazy bitch swallowed every last drop. She pulled back, the loud pop of her lips releasing my dick echoing in symphony with the ocean waves. She leaned back and looked like a goddess. Her hair shining against the moon, her pale skin like snow—a beautiful mirage that hid a damaged soul.

She stared at me like she couldn’t believe she had also lost her precious control. I sat up and kissed her, tasting myself of her lips. I slammed her back down where I had been.

“We are not leaving this beach until you’re crying because your pussy is fucking sore,” I said as I spread her legs and inserted two fingers, finding her soaking wet. My beautiful petal let go. Her hips met the ministrations of my fingers. In and out, scissoring them until I pressed my thumb to her clit, and she mewled. She was more than ready to come, but I was going to make her wait.

“Gideon,” she pleaded with me, and it was enough to get me ready for her again. I pressed down on her tummy with one hand and then hooked my fingers and touched her G-spot. Daphne bucked under me, and I smiled when she glared at me, full of fire.

“I swear to God if you don’t make me—”

She stopped talking because I slammed into her, and her legs wrapped around my waist. My hand went to her throat, choking her as I slammed into her, trying to imprint our bodies in the sand.

“You’ll what, baby?” I taunted her, my body pulling back, my dick at her entrance—teasing her.

“Gideon,” she breathed.

“Say I own this pussy.” The grip I had on her neck became tighter. She bit her lips and closed her eyes, her hips trying to force me back in. She would never be submissive and give in, and it was part of the reason I was so attracted to her.

“That’s okay, Petal, I’m about to show you.” I slammed in and out of her, keeping her tethered to the edge, her body becoming tenser by the second. I kept doing it until she couldn’t take it anymore. She gasped for air, it felt so good, but it hurt. Her eyes were watery, and her face flushed her pussy slick.

“Stop…” she managed to say as I slowed my pace, hitting that spot I know was making her eyes roll back.

“Please, stop,” she begged, her voice hoarse.

I stilled my movements and brought my finger down to her clit, adding the slightest pressure.

“Stop,” she croaked as her legs wrapped around me held me like a vice. I rose a bit and removed my hand from her throat and instead grabbed her hands in mine. I fucked her hard, showing her exactly who owned that pussy as she cried out her release, her moans soothing me more than the ocean waves. As she convulsed violently around me, she took me with her.

“Feel that, Petal?” I mumbled around her lips. “That feels like you’re mine.”

She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me slowly and gently until we fucked again and again, and when she left this time, I swore that we were done playing by her rules. The next time I saw her, I would make her play by mine.

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