Page 92 of Royal Sons MC

She arched upward, gasping his name, and he growled out a curse while he watched her move her hands to her breasts, squeezing the nipples like he’d done. “Did I tell you to do that?”

“No,” she whimpered.

He pressed two fingers inside her. The other he pressed against her clit. “You broke a rule, Ayesha.” He curved his fingers against her inner wall, pressing forward, and moved them in a slow, tantalizing stroke.

She bit her lip, bucking her hips against his fingers and hand. “Please, King,” she begged. “I need.”

King pulled his hands away, tapping her clit with his wet fingers a little harder with each smack. “No, I will decide when you get off, not you. Now, put your hands back where I told you.” When she didn’t do as he told her fast enough, he smacked her pussy again, this time harder. Her eyes widened, but she moved her arms up.

“Good girl. Do I need to tie your arms down?” he asked almost conversationally. With his hand no longer inside her, he grabbed his dick, teasing them both as he slid his cock head through her wetness, bumping against her clit with each stroke.

AYESHA WANTED TO BEGhim to fuck her. Hell, when King's fingers were inside her, he'd nearly had her coming from that alone. Now, watching him and that monster cock of his rubbing along her slick folds, hitting her clit, she was seconds away from demanding him to put it in her. Only knowing he would punish her and not give her what she wanted and needed kept her silent.

“I like seeing my cock covered in your cream. I want to taste you.” King moved down, his delicious torment ceasing.

She wanted to tell him no, that she was already on the verge of orgasm. But before she could protest, he had her legs bent and lifted, nearly touching her chest. His sexy grin appeared as he looked up at her and licked his lips. Ayesha wanted to tell him she’d never had a man do what he was about to do, but his rule and hers dictated she stay silent, and then his tongue was on her, sliding down and back up. He made a deep humming sound, vibrating straight to her clit. Holy shit, holy shit.

“Spread your legs and keep ‘em like that.” He looked up from between her thighs, his chin, and lips wet.

Ayesha’s legs shook with effort. However, she didn’t want to disappoint King. His lips went back to her clit, tongue slipping and sliding, lips sucking, owning.

She gripped the headboard as if her life depended on it. The feeling he invoked was too intense, yet not enough. Her fingers tightened on the wood frame. Her back arched as tingles raced up her spine. “Oh god, I’m going to come,” she cried loudly. Unable to stop her body from flying over the edge, she yelled his name as dots swirled in her vision.

King continued to lick and suck as if he wanted to devour all that she had to give, working her with his mouth and fingers until she stopped pulsing.

He sat back, one hand still pumping inside her even though she had come. He didn’t seem in any hurry to get on with the fucking. “Don’t you want to—” She didn’t finish her question, embarrassment making her turn away.

“Look at me when we talk,” he demanded, his fingers leaving her body.

The smack to her pussy, right on top of her exposed clit had her crying out. “What the hell?” she cried.

“Finish your question.” He held his hand over her, running it back and forth.

“Don’t you want to have sex with me?”

King threw his head back and laughed.

Ayesha put her legs down, belatedly realizing she still held them in the position he’d told her to. His eyes narrowed. “Did I tell you to move?” he asked, his voice going low.

She shook her head, stopping at his scowl. “No, Sir.”

When he continued to look at her, she moved her legs back into the position from before, ignoring the trembling in them.

“Now, to answer your question. Yes, I want to fuck you. I’ve wanted to since I first saw you hiding in my clubhouse. My turn to ask you a question. What made you upset? And don’t fucking lie to me,” he growled.

She could tell by his stare that he’d know if she lied. Heck, he was probably a human lie detector or something. Besides, what did she have to lose by being truthful? “You laughed at me.”

He moved his hand up her torso, fingers tracing her ribs and her too-sensitive breasts. “And that hurt you. Why?”

A cry escaped her closed lips when he twisted each nipple between his fingers, the slight pain turning to a strange pleasure that shot down to the heart of her. He repeated the action, exerting a little more pain, stopping just before she could tell him it hurt.

“I asked you a question.” Each word was accompanied by a tug and twist of those callused fingers.

“Carlos used to laugh at me. He said I was too needy and that I should...take care of myself.” She wanted to turn away from him, not wanting to see his eyes turn that same disdainful way her late husband did.

“He was an idiot or gay. No man who loved women could not want to fuck you, especially if they had you laid out like this. It’s taking all my control not to shove my dick inside you.”

Ayesha snorted in disbelief and then wished she could call it back.

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