Page 128 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

He devours me like this is the last time, not the first time.

With desperation, not curiosity.

Like he has years of not kissing me to make up for.

The headiness of his kiss is stupefying and inebriating. All rational thoughts leave me, my entire being focused on getting more, on feeling more, as I claw at him with frenzied hands.

The hard outline of his cock rubs against my center as he continues to attack my mouth. My legs wrap around his waist and my arms around his neck, clutching him eagerly against me.

“You’re so hot, so fucking hot,” He mumbles intoxicatedly, his hands bunching my dress up around my hips as he speaks heatedly against my mouth. “You’re never keeping your mouth from me again.”

He slams his lips back down against mine, snuffing out my protest as he continues his assault.

I’m disoriented by lust and frantically trying to bring him closer even though we’re already chest to chest.

“Nix, no,” I gasp erotically, finally managing to rip my mouth away from his when his fingers dig into my bare ass cheek. “We have to go down to dinner.”

“You better come quickly then.”

He pushes my panties to the side and plunges two fingers into my tight passage, finding me wet and ready for him.

“Home sweet home,” He says with a strangled groan, his whole body shuddering as he penetrates me. His eyes close for a moment and when they reopen, they burn with lust. “You’re so ready for me, your pussy must have missed me.”

“Yes,” I pant, “I did.”

A pleased growl rumbles in his chest at my slip up and he starts pumping his fingers inside me. I arch into his touch, my back bowing off the wall as I push my pelvis into his hand.

“You’re such a needy little whore. Did you touch yourself when I wasn’t here?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Did you think of me when you made yourself come?”

“Y-yes.” I’m so close, a few more strokes and I’m there.

“Tell me.” He demands, arousal edging his voice.

“You were angry,” I manage to say as my eyes roll into the back of my head. “You were…rough with me. You did what you wanted.”

He gives me a manic smile and pulls his fingers out. I cry out softly at the loss, my mouth twisting into a pout.

“Not such a good girl, after all.” He purrs approvingly.

He reaches between us and flicks open the button of his trousers, yanking down his zipper in one quick move as he takes his cock out. He bumps it against my clit, the piercing abrading my sensitive skin, and places it against my entrance.

He pushes in and keeps going until he’s bottomed inside me, his pelvis rubbing against my clit and driving me wild.

His forehead drops against mine.

“Fuck yes,” he mutters.

He pulls back until only the tip remains inside me and then shoves forward, stuffing his dick back all the way in. He repeats the motion until I feel like I’m losing my mind.

“Phoenix,” I say, moaning his name.

“I know, baby. It feels so good, doesn’t it? You’re so full of my cock, just the way I want you.”

I nod dementedly, my nails digging savagely into his back, no doubt leaving claw marks even through his shirt.

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