Page 79 of Brazen King

Having her in my arms once more, her plush lips pressed against mine, her molten core wrapped so perfectly around mycock confirms it. I need Natasha as desperately as I need to breathe. So I refuse to go without her any longer.

“You don’t get to just call it quits and leave me hanging, love,” I growl, driving inside her with punishing force.

Natasha whimpers, her arms tightening around my shoulders as she clings to me.

And the scintillating sensation of sliding in and out of her is driving me wild. Adrenaline roars through my veins, making my ears ring with the intensity of my pleasure. “God, I’vemissedyour perfect pussy,” I groan.

She’s so wet and tight for me that I know she feels the same. The time apart has left her as frustrated and needy as I am. And it feels beyond heavenly to be inside her once again, filling her up until I think I just might break her.

But from the sound of it, she doesn’t mind how thoroughly I’m fucking her.

In fact, she sounds like she’s enjoying it more than ever.

And it’s going to take every ounce of self-restraint not to simply throw her over my shoulder and take her back to my place so I can fuck her all night long. I want to make her come until she’s completely spent. Until her pussy’s so full of her arousal and my cum that it’s dripping out of her.

But right now, in the middle of her parents’ charity ball, it’s far too risky to do exactly what I want to her.

Still, I can’t stop myself from at least tasting her divine nectar, dipping my wick and feeling just how wet and desperate she is for me. Because Natasha’s made me wait for far too long. And after a week of dreaming about her, about being inside her and listening to the sweet sound of her ecstasy, I can’t hold out any longer. So, I’m not leaving this room until I make her come all over my cock—even if it’ll have to be a quick one.

Lance is standing guard just beyond the doors, ensuring we have a modicum of privacy. So Natasha’s reputation will staysafe. But still, I know how precarious it is to have sex with her right now. And so does she, which is why she keeps her lips sealed against mine—to muffle her soft moans as she strains to keep quiet.

Something about the frenzied passion, the complete inability to keep my hands off her in such a public space makes it all the more thrilling. Stealing this intimate moment when I know I’m not supposed to. And better yet, she let me.

But what consumes me most is the intense relief that comes from holding Natasha in my arms once more. Being without her, even for a week, was beyond painful. And not just because I’m backed up from days without sexual release.

Natasha has become the sun that lights my days, the fire that warms my home. And without her presence, it’s like my world lost its color. I have no reason to live, no further purpose. But when I thrust inside her now, making our two bodies one, I finally feel whole again. Renewed.Alive.

And I know without a shadow of doubt that I never want to live without her.

“Oh God,Killian,” she whimpers, her body trembling in my arms as she climbs quickly toward climax. And I feel her walls tighten around my cock as she hovers on the brink of her release.

“Come for me, love,” I growl, nipping her full lower lip to seal the deal.

Slick arousal gushes around my throbbing erection as she comes fast and hard.

A moment later, she’s milking my iron length, her walls spasming with such force it makes my balls tighten and my head spin.

Still, I don’t stop.

And I don’t slow down.

I just keep pounding inside of her, my fingers pressing adamantly into the firm flesh of her ass and thigh as I crush her clit with every deep, penetrating thrusts.

Her orgasm seems to continue on and on, pulsing and insistent as she grips me in a relentless vise. And it feels so sinfully good, I could easily lose myself inside her.

But I hold on a little longer, savoring the euphoric high of giving her such pleasure. I love how responsive she is to my touch and how completely I own her body. And even if she wants to deny her feelings for me, I knowthisis real. Our connection, our chemistry.

She craves me as intensely as I crave her.

And the relief of satiating that craving is nearing an addictive level.

Natasha’s breasts heave, pressing adamantly against my chest as they try to escape the plunging neckline of her provocative dress—a dress she better have worn for me alone. Because it’s most definitely an attention grabber. My cock came to full attention the moment I saw her in the stretchy, alluring gold fabric that fits her so snuggly, it looks like it’s painted on.

I have half a mind to punish her for tempting any other men here tonight—regardless of her intent. But she looks sodamnappealing, and she gave in to me so willingly, I can’t bring myself to be mad about it. Because she’s all mine.

It doesn’t matter how many men tracked her every move from the moment she stepped inside the ballroom. She’s here with me now, giving up her body to me without a single attempt on my life.

And that makes me so hard, I think I might just lose my mind.

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