Page 135 of Guarded King

Head still buried between my thighs, he finds one nipple, pinching and tugging as he laps at me. “Come for me one more time, sweetheart. Then I’ll fill this gorgeous cunt with my cum.”

I bury my hands in his hair and pull. “I want that. I want to feel you. All of you.”

He slides two fingers back into me, pumping and curling them, and instantly, I tighten around him.

Raising his head, his eyes burn into me. “That’s it. Ride my hand. Make yourself come.”

I buck up into him, the pleasure building fast. When he sucks on my clit and flicks his tongue over it, an orgasm drags me under again. I’m still spasming when he presses the broad head of his cock against me and forces his way in through the pulses.

I cry out, the sensation too raw and powerful.

“You take me so fucking well, Chloe. But I have more for you. Now relax and open for me.”

“I’m trying,” I gasp.

He grips my ankles and holds my legs up and out, using them to tilt my hips as he pulls out and slams back in two more times.

When he finally bottoms out, we both groan. The pressure inside me and pressed against my center is overwhelming. Neither of us moves for a moment, and ridiculously, I find myself near tears.

I blink them away, not wanting to ruin this moment.

I should know better than to think I can hide anything from him. The skin around his eyes tightens. “Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head a little wildly, scared he might pull out and leave me empty. “It feels so good. You feel so good inside me.”

Expression relaxing, he rocks into me, his strokes languid. “Your beautiful little cunt is so hot and wet. I don’t want this to end.”

At this angle, with him still holding my ankles, he hits deeper than ever before. Every stroke sends sparks crackling along my nerve endings.

But I need more. I love when he loses control, and that’s what I want now. “Please,” I beg. “I can’t take it. Make me come, Roman. Fill me up.”

He pulls almost all the way out, his eyes going dark and stormy, then drives back in. Again and again, he powers into me. All I can do is hang on and savor the sensations rushing through me.

Every thrust, every time he forces my body to yield to his, every harsh grunt builds me higher. Sweat slicks his skin and mine and I’m trembling under his onslaught.

“You’re getting so fucking tight.” Every muscle in his neck and shoulders are pulled taut. “Your pussy’s clamping down around me, trying to suck the cum out of me.”

I bow my back, lifting my hips as best I can to meet his thrusts.

“You want to come on my cock?”

“Y-yes.” The single word is almost a sob.

He angles my legs wider, focusing on where I’m stretched around him.

“Your needy little clit is all swollen. Touch it and make yourself come.”

With a mind of its own, my hand flies to between my thighs, but I skirt that sensitive bundle of nerves and go straight to where we’re joined. Circling his girth with my fingers, I squeeze, reveling in his almost pained expression.

“You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” he grits out.

The threat just drives the flames higher. I turn my focus to my clit, swirling over it, and instantly, sparks of pleasure ignite, spiraling out from my core. It only takes a few tight little circles before the orgasm tears through me and I cry out, my spine pulling into a taut bow as all my muscles seize.

Roman throws back his head, letting go of my ankles and gripping my hips, his fingers digging into me as he bottoms out. His release throbs deep within me, every spurt, hot and thick, coating my insides. The thrill of it makes me spasm again, and with a curse, he pulls out only to slam back into me.

When the last quake of my orgasm rocks through me, he loosens his hold, but he doesn’t let me go, and he doesn’t pull out.

Instead, he grinds into me, against my ultra-sensitive clit, making me squirm beneath him.

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