Page 6 of Swamp Kings 2

His thumb found her ass and pressed, the tip entering and sending her to the stars. She bowed off the chair, opening as wide as she could when his groans turned as vicious as his suck. Her cries climbed and climbed, too powerful to hold back as she shook in the hard bite of ecstasy. Her legs finally closed, clamping his head as he gently eased her bottom back to the chair. Ragged, guttural breaths and moans filled the silence and every inch of her heart and body. There was no better sound in all the world, no better song.

Her stomach suddenly clenched whenhe stood. She watched him, waiting for more direction. She braced for the worst which was himnotfucking her. She’d already cried once even after swearing a million times to herself that she wouldn’t. She needed to be stronger than she was, show him he didn’t have to feel guilty because she was so needy. She didn’t have to be that desperate, it was a choice and she could make the one that would help him.

His burning eyes held her right before his mouth covered hers, his hot breaths seeming to speed up as he pulled her from the chair. He kissed her as he turned and sat, guiding her hips onto his lap, his tongue pushing and gliding on hers while she half wept to him and God. He was going to do it. He was going to fuck her, oh thank you, thank you God.

“You’refuckingme,” he warned on her mouth, his grip on her waist already bruising.

“Yes,” she gasped, reaching between them and moving his cock over her opening. “Oh yes.” The feel of him sobigagainst her was its own ecstasy. Once she had a tight hold of the head in her opening, she grabbed his shoulders and used the chair leg supports for leverage.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, grabbing the seat of the chair and watching her slowlylower onto him. He seethed around strained grunts, giving another hot, “Ohffffuck.”

She moved her hands to his neck and pulled his mouth to her breasts. “Suck me,” she panted, continuing down his cock. “Oh God, baby,” she whispered, resisting the need to jam him to the deepest part of her. He wanted it as much as she did, but it was the whole reason she wasn’t getting fucked. She had to besensible. But watching him devour her nipple with greedy sucks, driving her to the wrong edges. That power to make him do whatever she wanted danced temptingly before her.

She shoved herself the rest of the way down and the explosion of pleasure brought a cry of victory and both his hands fisting in her hair. She did the same in his, moaning as she rocked the tip of his cock against that perfect spot, their eyes locked. Oh God, pure heaven.

He captured her body in his arms and squeezed tight, moving her on him while keeping a pulling tension in her hair. He suddenly yanked her head back with a growl, holding her down against him as his teeth scraped her neck. The feel of his hot breaths blasting on her skin had hersquirming and twirling her hips.

He returned to feasting on her breast, one then the other, grinding her on his cock till her cries came on repeat.

“I want to fuck you sofuckinghard,” he swore, nipping her nipple and sending a hot current to her clit. “You know what this bite will mean,” he said, sending a near violent excitement through her at his warning, lusty tone. “It doesn’t just enhance my gifts, it puts rocket boosters on myneedtofuckyou.” He pet her face with both hands, his every breath a growl as he made a ponytail of her hair and wrapped it around his fist. The hard, exact control was a drug.

“Yes,” she whimpered, lost to her plans, forgetting what was necessary and important other than him fucking her into oblivion. “You won’t ever hurt me,” she moaned, knowing that with all she was. “Not ever.”

His other hand latched on to her hip, digging so hard she gasped.

“They’ll help you,” she remembered. “All the Kings. Oh please,” she croaked, flicking her hips before getting her mouth forced to his for a rough kiss. His tongue was hard and lashing, fingers back to biting on her hip, forcing her to move faster on him.

“Yeah?” he said right on her mouth, bucking against every jerk on her hip. “Thisis what you fucking make me do, what you want. This cock taking my angel’scunt apart?” He stood with her and three breaths later, the wall hit her back and oh God, he laidintoher. He bucked hard and fast with rough, seething grunts while her ecstasy flew out in screams. His finger plunged in her ass right as his orgasm struck, turning him into her fuck monster that he hated. The pleasure ripped both of them to pieces, finally ending with their faces and bodies pressed together, astonished rapture in every ragged breath.

“I’m okay,” she managed, knowing that would be the first order of bummer-business. “It was… amazing.”

He pet her face with both hands, kissing with a reverence at various angles on her mouth. “I will use my gift,” he gasped, winded. “To protect you… from me.”

The idea of nothing standing between her and the full force of his divine, glorious passion got her immediately giddy. And giggly at imagining how he might do that, what he wouldcreate. “Like a… super vagina?”

His single laugh came on one of his labored breaths as he continued his sweet kissing andface petting. “Something like that.”

“Maybe a passion parachute?” The sound of his laugh brought hers as she pulled his mouth to hers, kissing him. “A love muffler.”

Their laughs shot out as he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a long, tight hug. “I fucking love you too much,” he whispered at her ear, back to petting her. “Way too fucking much.”

She shook a fist next to his face, holding back her laugh. “Say hello to your worst nightmare. The passion smasher.”

He turned and put his back against the wall with booming guffaws while hugging her, the feel of the big rumbles making her so happy. “My angel,” he chuckled, smashing his mouth against hers over and over. “I will create wings for you to fly away when I become a fuck-monster.”

“Yes! I’ll use them to hold you down and teach you a lesson.” She gasped at an idea. “Make me stronger than you so youhavetoobey me!”

His kiss turned soft as he stroked her face. “You already are. Why else do you think I had a demonic lust-quake all over you?”

She laughed at that expression. “Mmmm cuz you love me and knew I needed it?”

“Need,” he whispered, his kiss turning hungry. “Present tense.”

His cock jerked and he turned them, putting her back against the wall again. Everything turned deadly serious as she wrapped her legs around him and sank her fingers in his silky hair, already moving on his cock. “Oh God, yes,” she gasped, his long, slow strokes ending with a vicious thrust and menacing growl.

“That baby?”

“Yes!”

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