Page 98 of Beneficial Misfortune

His fingers curl around my chin, holding my head still as he moves further up the bed until his cock bobs against my lower stomach. “I’ve dreamt of the way your lips would feel wrapped around my cock.” I whimper at his words as I imagine the same thing.

I can’t lie. If someone like Carter had said that to me, I probably would have just rolled my eyes because that’s always what he wanted. It felt like a chore, like something he required me to do, and he never reciprocated. Hell, he didn’t even care if I finished when we had sex; so long as he did, that was all that mattered.

But with these men, I find I not only don’t mind it, I enjoy it. Which is why his next words are kind of a disappointment.

“But that will have to be something for later.” He holds my gaze the same way he holds my head, and I don’t even know his other hand is moving until his fingers dip into the wetness of my pussy. “First, I need to feel the way your pussy is going to hug my cock as I pump you full of my come.”

His touch damn near makes my knees buckle, but I manage to stay upright, mostly because of his hold on me.

“God, you’re so fucking wet.”

He’s not wrong. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so turned on and teased as I am right now. Wetness drips down my legs as he continues to work his fingers back and forth from my clit, all the way to my opening.

“Is this all for me, my Queen?” He removes his thumb from my mouth, gently brushing it over my cheekbone, and I take that as a signal to answer him with words.

“Yes, sir.” The words come out strained and breathy, but they come out nonetheless, which is more than I thought possible right now.

He drags his fingers up to my clit, applying just the slightest bit of pressure before he pulls his fingers away, and I can’t help whimpering at the loss. A whimper escapes that I almost choke on when he pushes his fingers into his mouth. His eyes fall closed as he makes a sound a lot like a growl deep in his chest, making my pussy clench around nothing.

One second, we’re on our knees; the next, I’m on my back, with one of my legs over his shoulder as he stares down at me. The head of his cock is pressed to my opening, but not inside of me the way I desperately need him to be. I move, pressing my hips up off the bed, unable to help myself, craving the feeling of him, needing to know how it will feel to have him buried deep inside of me.

One of his hands grips my waist, holding me down and stopping my movement, his other coming up to my throat. His thumb caresses my jaw tenderly, and despite his strong hold, he doesn’t restrict my ability to breathe.

“I’m going to fuck a child into you, my Queen. It might not be tonight, but it will happen. Until then, we can practice.”

Eventually, I’m going to have to tell him I’m on birth control, but not right now. Right now, the only thing that matters is the delicious stretch of his cock as he thrusts inside of me for thefirst time, and my eyes roll back into my head as I almost come from this alone.

Nathan doesn’t pause. There’s no time to adjust or get ahold of myself as he fills me completely before pulling back out and slamming into me again. It’s enough to steal the air from my lungs, and I reach out, gripping his arm hard, my fingernails digging into his skin, but that only seems to spur him on.

My toes curl, and I bite down on my lip to try and keep myself quiet as my orgasm builds in my stomach, ready to crash over me at any moment.

Nathan has other plans, though.

“You don’t come until I say you can.”

A choked sob is the only noise I can make in response as he continues to slam into me, and I know for sure now that he’s, at the very least, thicker than either Alex or Desmond. That damn piercing is hitting the most amazing spot inside of me, and I know what he said, but I’m honestly not sure I can hold off if he keeps this up.

“S–sir, pl—please,” I beg, but he doesn’t respond. Peeling my eyes open, I find him watching me with a sparkle in his eyes that looks almost mischievous. He releases my hip, and for a moment, I think he might take pity on me…

I’m very, very wrong.

Instead of letting up or letting me come, he instead moves his thumb to my clit, where he slowly begins to circle it with just enough pressure to drive me insane. My back arches as a desperate, filthy moan is pulled from somewhere so deep inside of me. I’ve never heard it before, and I’m not sure I could ever make it again, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m about to come whether he gives me permission or not.

It’s right there, ready to crash over me, when all of a sudden, everything stops as he pulls out of me, his thumb disappearingfrom my clit. His fingers around my throat tighten enough to make it harder to breathe, but not impossible.

“Be a good girl and beg me to let you come, for me to fill you with my come.”

“Please.” The word is out of my mouth even before he’s finished his sentence. I don’t care what he said. I'd be willing to do it so long as he lets me come, so long as he fills me once again.

“Please fill me with your come, sir. Please fuck a baby into me.”

It isn’t what he asked for, but it seems to do the job. His hips snap forward, and I cry out at the harsh way our hips slap together, pushing me further up the bed with a groan of his own.

“Come with me, take every last drop of my come like a good fucking girl.”

His thumb once again moves back to my clit as his hips take on an almost frantic rhythm, but this time he applies more pressure, moving fast enough that my orgasm builds back up in record time, crashing through me hard enough that it steals my vision and leaves me shaking.

Nathan releases my throat, dropping his forearm to the bed beside my head. He falls forward onto it, his head dropping to rest against my own as we both gasp for air.

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