Page 91 of Guarded King

Impatient and so needy, I wriggle, then rock up against him, forcing my body to part around him, wedging his thick, blunt head an inch inside me.

He grips my hip hard enough to leave a bruise, stopping me from doing it again. His features are drawn tight. “You’ll take every inch of me like a good fucking girl,” he growls. “But it’s going to happen my way.”

A shudder ripples through me at his words, and my body involuntarily tightens around his tip.

He growls out a curse, so I clench again, deliberately this time. “Please.”

The chuckle that escapes him is dark. “So ready to come again.”

“Yes,” I hiss, back arching.

Eyes glittering, he lowers his head a few inches. “Then hold still and I’ll give you what you need.”

I relent, letting my knees fall out to the sides to give him better access.

He licks his lips, the faintest brushstrokes of red on each cheekbone revealing the effort it’s taking him to go slow. “That’s it. Let me in, sweetheart. Let me fill this sweet little cunt for you.”

His gravelly, lust-filled voice causes my entire body to flush with heat.

With a low groan, he pushes into me. One thick inch at a time. Stretching me. Filling me. There’s a pinch of pain, but it’s drowned out by how good it feels as he slowly buries himself in me.

Clearly fighting for control, he grits his teeth. Beads of sweat form at his hairline, and every one of his muscles tightens. But I don’t want his control. Not now. Not tonight.

I clench again, and his eyes slam shut. When he opens them, there’s only a thin ring of silver surrounding the dark of his pupils.

I’ve gotten what I want.

He drives into me hard, forcing my body to give way around the last few inches of him. I cry out in pleasure as he fills me to the hilt, even as I struggle to adjust to his size. I’ve never been so full. Never known what it’s like to be so deeply joined with a man’s body.

Dropping down until his chest is pressed to mine, he cradles my head and kisses me. His tongue invades my mouth, stealing my breath. It’s dominating and intoxicating, sending sparks ricocheting out from my core.

But when he finally moves, withdrawing in a long, slow glide before surging back into me, electric heat blazes along my nerve endings. And when he finds a hard, consistent rhythm, I can only hold on and arch up into him.

Offering more.

Wanting more. Wanting everything.

Roman growls, eyes blazing as they fix on mine. “Just like that. You’re taking me so fucking well.”

With every thrust, he rubs against my clit, causing a hot, taut wire low in my belly to twist until the tightness is almost unbearable. I thrash beneath him, straining to get even closer.

As if he senses what I need, he hooks his arms under my thighs and drapes my legs over his shoulders. Then he grips my ass, angles my hips, and slides impossibly deep.

My inner walls clamp down and I’m lost to everything but him.

He fucks me like he’s been thinking of nothing else for months. He fucks me like he knows exactly what I want. I grasp his biceps, desperate to ground myself so I don’t fly apart. The ripple of his muscles under my hands anchors me; so does his stare. Hot and intense, it pins me in place.

“You feel so good. Like your perfect pussy was made to take my cock.”

He’s right, that’s exactly how it feels. But I try not to think about what it means. About how nothing else will ever compare to this.

His thrusts come harder, the friction against my inner walls building me up even higher, until pleasure and heat spiral deep inside me. Though I’m almost completely lost to the pleasure he’s wringing from me, I do my best to rock my hips to meet his, taking him. Taking it all.

“Oh god,” I gasp, desperate for relief.

“Work that pretty little clit for me. Make yourself come on my cock.”

I do as he says, so swollen and sensitized my entire body jolts as I make contact.

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