Page 54 of Lost Kingdom

She’s terrified, but she’s choosing this.

I swallow and nod, massaging her thighs and dragging my thumbs dangerously close to her core. “Climb on when you want, then you take things at your speed.” I curl my palm around the back of her neck, dragging her in until our lips feather together. “If you want to stop, stop. This is your show, I’m just the desperate motherfucker bending at the knee and hoping for a minute of your time.”

“You’re a romantic.” She kisses my chin and reaches between her legs to fist my cock. She doesn’t squeeze, but she stretches her digits and measures, even if she thinks she’s subtle about it. Her cheeks blaze hot, because I know she’s doing math—the same math I did with my fingers. “This is going to hurt.”

“Not if you go slow. The right prep means it’ll feel good.” I turn again, gently dropping her to her back, then I crawl between her legs and go back to where we started. I slide my tongue along her slit, gratified when she trembles under my tongue. “See? You’re so fucking responsive.” I slip a finger in and push all the way to the knuckle, then I pull it out and add another. “It’s about preparation. If you’re in the moment and enjoying yourself, then your body will stretch and take me. But if you’re tense and scared, you won’t.”

“God.” She drapes her arm over her eyes and hums, rolling her hips with each movement of my hand. “Tim.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I add a third and stop myself from grabbing my cock. From pulling it and coming on her belly. “I could work my way up to a whole fist, and you’d take it like a good girl.”

She drops her arm and stares into my eyes. “Your fist?”

“I could make you any size I needed. Because you were made for my touch.” I lean over and take her nipple between my teeth, suckling while she creams onto my hand. While she foams and squirms. “I could make you scream loud enough for the whole city to hear, and you’ll thank me at the end.”

She slams her eyes closed and arches her head back, straining her neck.

“I’m gonna stretch you out a little. But it’s gonna be okay. I promise.”

“I trust you.” She widens her legs, lifting her hips in search of more. “I know you’re telling the truth.”

“Yeah.” I settle back on my haunches and take my dick in my hand, finally, and swallow down on the growl that wants to roll along my throat. Then I study Aubree’s sweet, soaked pussy and know she’ll take me. “You’re a good girl, aren’t you?” I set the head of my cock at her opening and bite down on my gasp when I find her fiery heat.

Stifling and welcoming.

“So fucking hot.” I grab her thighs and drag her down the bed until the backs of her legs rest on mine. Then I reposition my steely length and carefully, slowly nudge the head through her folds. “Tell me when to stop,” I groan, rocking forward and wanting, so fucking desperately, to slam inside and claim her for myself.

“Shit.” She cries out, her legs tensing.

So I drop my thumb to her clit and circle. “Being tense will make it hurt. You’re my good girl, Aubree Grace.” I rock forward a little more. “Such a good little slut. You were made for me.”

She pants with pleasure, not with pain. So I slide forward and claim another inch. “You can take three fingers, Aubree Grace. That’s more than you’re taking right now. So let me in.”

“Oh god!” She twists her hips and searches for more. “Tim.”

“Take all of me.” I pull back to collect a little lubrication, then I charge forward again and hold my breath or risk making a fool of myself. It’s been too long. Too stressful. Too fucking tempting for too long, watching the blonde-haired, blue-eyed siren taunting me from the other side of the bar. So close, and yet, out of reach. “Another inch.” I pinch her nipple between my fingers and moan when she loosens around my cock. She likes it when I hurt her. And she likes it when I call her a good little slut. She’s as fucked upas I am, and that’s the greatest gift I could have ever hoped for. “You’re so wet for me.”

“Tim…”

“Keep saying my name.” I steal another inch and rock backwards to allow her room to adjust. “I’m yours.” Another inch. “And you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.” She fists the sheets and cries out. “Shit.”

“Hey.” I grab her face, too rough to be mistaken for gentle hands, and drag her down until her eyes meet mine. Then I slip my fingers into her mouth and make her taste herself. “Pay attention to me. Choke on my fingers like a good girl.” I slip them along her tongue and tease the back of her throat till she gags. But fuck, she loosens her iron grip on my cock. “This is what it’ll feel like when I make you suck my dick.”

She whimpers, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. But she’s not crying for escape. Fuck, she doesn’t want me to stop.

“I’m gonna have all of you.” I massage her tongue and lean across to lick the tears from her temples. “Every hole. Every inch of you. Sometimes, all at the same time. Because you need to know who the fuck you belong to.”

“I belong to you.”

“Yes, you do.” I push my hips forward and enjoy the slide of her moist heat. “You’re just a regular dirty little slut, aren’t you?” Another inch, since she tolerates me so well. “Our first time together; I know you haven’t had someone like me before. It should hurt more, but you’re eating me up anyway.”

“Oh god.” She chokes on my fingers and cries out. Pleasure, hopefully. Pain, a little bit. “Tim.”

“You’re not done.” I give her more, only to stop when the pressure grows. When her pussy says there’s no more room, and nowhere else for me to go. But I look down to where we join, and know she’s only halfway there. “You’re not finished yet.”

“I can’t—” She grabs the headboard. “Tim, I can’t?—”

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