Page 136 of Guarded King

“I’m still fucking hard.” He gives a shallow thrust to prove it. “This is what you do to me.” He thrusts again.

Tremors radiate from low in my belly, spreading out along my limbs.

“You were made for me to fuck, weren’t you?” His voice is low and deep and dirty. But a thread of something more weaves through it. A deeper meaning that tugs at my chest and makes me want to hold him close and never let go.

He presses down on me, his mouth finding mine, all the while moving inside me. It’s hot and hard and desperate and full of need at the same time.

“Roman…” It’s barely a whisper against his lips.

He cradles my head, his gray eyes holding me hostage.

It’s too intense—how he’s watching me, the expression on his face. He looks at me as if I’m precious, his body moving over me the way I imagined for so many months, his cum leaking out of me even as he continues to rock into me.

His next thrust is more powerful. “Do you know all the things I want to do to you?”

I shake my head. The move makes me dizzy. The pleasure coiling deep inside me disorienting.

“I want to tie you to my bed and lick your sweet pussy until you beg me to stop. I want to fuck your mouth until tears run down your face. I want to feel you come with my cock buried deep in your ass. I’m fucking desperate for everything. And imagining all the things I can do to you makes me so damn hard.”

He picks up speed again, fucking me harder and harder, until I’m almost delirious and sobbing for relief.

“I just filled you up and I’m going to do it again. That’s how much you affect me.”

The tension in my core coils tighter. I’m close too. His words, his body, him, it all pushes me to the edge.

He stops abruptly, and I cry out in protest.

His eyes glitter dangerously. “I bought something.” Without pulling out, he reaches across the bed and yanks the drawer of his bedside table open.

I shiver when I see it. It’s one of those suction vibrators. God, I don’t know how I’ll survive what he’s planning.

“Hands above your head,” he demands.

I comply immediately, desperate for every sensation he can give me.

“Good girl.” He swipes his thumb around where he still fills me and smears a combination of his cum and my arousal over my clit.

I jerk, and he chuckles darkly in response, turning on the toy and placing it lightly over the already over-stimulated bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god.” I fist my hands into the bed covers above my head to keep from grasping his forearms and digging my nails into his flesh.

His eyes turn stormy, and his throat works with a hard swallow. “I fantasize about fucking you all the damn time. I want you full of my cum every hour of the day. But I can’t have that, so every time I get to fill you up, I’m going to make sure we both feel it for days.”

With that, he turns the toy up higher, and with a flex of his hips, he spears back into me.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you look like this? Your body under mine, your cunt swollen and dripping.” He runs the tips of his fingers over the curve of my hip. “You already have a full load of me, but you need more, don’t you?”

“Yes, god yes.” The toy is unnecessary. His words alone are enough to send me hurtling toward yet another release.

“Then fucking take it.” He slams all the way in, pressing so hard against the end of my channel I’m awash with both pain and pleasure. At the same time, he dials the toy up another level, and I shatter.

The resulting orgasm is like an electric shock to my system. I can’t breathe, and sparks dance behind my eyes as my body spasms. My internal muscles clamp down on him so hard I’d worry about hurting him, except the feral groan he lets out is all pleasure.

He swells inside me, then comes again. Each throb of his cock presses against my sensitive flesh, driving me higher, dragging out my climax. Our bodies work in sync, my channel milking his shaft, claiming every drop of him.

I’ve never experienced anything like it. And by the way he crashes his mouth to mine in a violent claiming, my name a desperate vibration against my lips, I don’t think he has either.

I can’t stop shaking, and as he throws the toy to the mattress and sinks his fingers into my hair, holding my head still for his possession, I swear he trembles too.

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