Page 92 of Where the Wicked Reign

“That’s what I mean, yes.”

I batted his hand away, making him pull his fingers from his asshole.

“Fine,” he muttered. “Yes, I’ll see to it. We’ll change things to your liking.”

“To the likingandwellbeing of us all,” I corrected him.

“Yeah, that,” he said, clearly having reached the point of no return, his brain on lockdown as he fixated on my cock.

And what it was about to do to him.

He fucking knew he’d never had it as good as he did with me.

I grasped his thighs and spread them wide, then moved in between them.

His breath hitched as I teased his hole with my piercings.

I pushed in an inch, watching him take me so fucking well.

“Goddammit, yes,” he uttered, throwing his head back. “Sink inside, Sunshine. Give it to me. Give me that glorious fucking jewelry.”

I pushed in just another inch, then rocked slowly in and out, readying him for me.

The way I was feeling, I knew I couldn’t be gentle.

He was all for the rough and harsh with me, but he sometimes asked for things he wasn’t ready for. Fortunately, he had, in me, somebody who understood his limits better than he did. He was shortsighted when it came to sex. It wasn’t often that he got turned on to such an extent where he was craving a fuck. Something that was the opposite for me. So when he did get like that in those rare times, like tonight, he got too desperate and demanded things he couldn’t handle.

“More,” he rasped. “Fucking more already.”

“Patience, big boy,” I crooned, rocking into him and opening him up for me, gritting my teeth as his ass clenched down around my shaft, sending shocks of pleasure through me.

I reached out and grasped his cock, which was already dripping pre-cum all over his abs. His entire body shuddered. And it did a whole lot more than that as I started jerking him roughly and rapid-fire.

He cursed and dug his nails into the sheets, unable to keep still, and trying to thrust back on my cock.

I pulled out, and he whimpered, his need bleeding into me.

I couldn’t fucking hold out any longer.

I shifted my weight, covered his body with mine until we were pressed chest to chest, my hand slapping down either side of his head, as I then drove into him, filling him to the brim with my raging hard cock.

“Goddamn!”he roared out into the room.

Angling myself just a little was all it took to brush his sweet spot with my piercings, and then his thighs were shaking either side of me, his cock leaking a whole lot more pre-cum on our abs.

I watched pleasure and utter rapture flit across his ruggedly handsome face.

And such relief too, relief that all the craziness and emotions of what had happened tonight that had clearly slammed into him had an outlet. In me. In us.

At least for this moment in time when I had him here like this. In body and mind. The latter of which was the issue. It was always the issue for him.

I stared into his deep espresso eyes as I slowed my pace a little, taking him long and deep, savoring the feel of him and the sweet torture that it was to my cock.Andalso making sure it wasn’t over too quickly. I could make him come in moments, and he clearly wanted that relief. But it wouldn’t be enough. For either of us.

His gaze collided with mine and he got sucked into my penetrative gaze. “Sunshine?” he rasped, barely able to talk as I drew out the pleasure.

“I can’t lose you. Do you understand me?”

“Julian, it’s—”

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