Page 64 of Psyop Kings

The biggest I’ve ever seen or imagined.

Not that I have any real experiences to compare to.

“Caius,” I whimper.

His lips press together and his eyes narrow. A warning burns hot in his stare. I bite on my bottom lip to keep from crying.

Fight him off, stupid!

All I can do is gawk, paralyzed by warring emotions that deeply want this and also strongly want to resist.

He spits into his hand and then goes back to stroking himself. Another whimper crawls out of me. A tear races down my temple. Caius tracks it with keen awareness.

Then he bends over me. I feel the thickness of his hard but somehow velvety smooth cock press against my pubic bone. I gasp at the strangeness of the touch.

“Such a good little girl,” Caius croons, bringing his lips to mine. “It’ll feel good. I promise.”

His mouth crashes onto mine and I let out a small yelp. When his tongue presses into my mouth, I momentarily forget who’s kissing me and get lost in the minty taste of him. He kissesme expertly like a man who’s done this a thousand times before. A flare of jealousy sparks hot through me, and I silently berate myself for it.

He’s a monster, remember?

As he kisses me possessively and as though he’s attempting to own me with just his tongue, his hips start moving. A zing of explosive pleasure detonates from my core.

All he’s doing is rubbing his cock against my clit and it’s the single most wonderful sensation I’ve ever felt in my life. It doesn’t help that his cock is slick from his spit, making it slide smoothly against my tender flesh. A long, needy moan pours out of me, echoing in the cavernous garage.

Caius latches onto my bottom lip with his teeth, tugging just enough to bring me a zap of pain. Then he sucks away the sting. His hips start moving faster and I can’t help but hook my legs around his waist, aching for more.

More what?

Why isn’t he pushing inside me?

Am I craving for him to rape me? Is it rape when I want it so freaking badly?

I’m no longer being kissed by the wicked man. Now I’m actively participating. My hands have finally remembered how to move again and I’m stroking my fingers through his thick, dark hair. With each buck of his hips, more and more delicious pleasure spikes through me, drawing me nearer and nearer to something wonderful.

More.

I want more.

His large, firm balls thump against my core each time he thrusts. It’s not enough to feel his warmth there. I want him to slide his cock inside of me, stretch me to limits I’ve never known before. I’ll hate myself tomorrow for it. Right now, I desperately want it.

Caius pulls away from my mouth to start kissing my neck. With each suck and nibble, I damn near lose my mind. Why does it feel so good?

“That’s it,” he murmurs against my earlobe. “Let the ecstasy do its job, little girl.”

Ecstasy?

That explains a lot.

Rather than being angry at this piece of knowledge, I sink further into the desperation of needing Caius inside my body.

“Please,” I beg, “I need…”

His mouth is back on mine, silencing me. The thrusting intensifies until he rubs me right into oblivion. Stars glitter all around me as my climax seizes every cell in my body. I cry out in pleasure, shuddering violently from the sheer magnitude of delight coursing through me. Caius jerks away without warning and then I watch as he strokes his cock, eyes boring into mine. A splatter of heat hits my tender flesh between my thighs. More hits my lower, exposed belly. Another jet of it hits my butt cheek. When his cock finishes pulsating, he squeezes it, pushing the rest out of the tiny slit on his crown. Then he wriggles his dick, flinging the last few droplets off.

“That felt so good,” Caius growls, flashing me a sexy half grin. “I almost forgot to pull out. One of these days, you’re going to get pregnant if we keep tempting fate like that.”

I shudder at his confusing words.

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