Page 67 of Scorched King

Fuck. My cock jerked hard inside her, her words sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my balls. I started to move again, my thrusts slow and deep, my eyes locked onto hers.

“Say it again, Sasha,” I growled, my voice rough with need. “Say it again while I’m fucking you.”

She whimpered, her body trembling harder now. “Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her voice shaking with pleasure. “Please, please fuck me more.”

I groaned, my body coiling impossibly tight. My balls drew tight and my cock was ready to fucking burst. I wanted to come inside her, mark her, to claim her completely. But I needed her to come one more time, to scream my name as I filled her.

I canted my hips, using my hands as leverage to reach one more little spot. Her breath hitched, eyes going wide. “JD!” she screamed as I drove her just a little bit higher, pushing her towards that final edge.

“Come for me, Sasha,” I grunted, my voice strained with effort. “I want you to come so hard I’ll feel that tight squeeze for days. Come right now and show me how much you want this.”

She cried out, her body convulsing, as she lost complete and total control. I could feel her clenching around me, her wet heat flooding around me, that perfect bit of pleasure breaking the last of my restraint. All my reasons for keeping her at arm’s length were meaningless against the reality of her trust and her surrender. It was enough to—FUCK! I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrusted deep, my cock pulsing as I came, filling a goddamned condom instead of her.

“Fuck, Sasha,” I groaned, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I managed through clenched teeth.

She moaned, the sound so intense it rolled down my spine as her body trembled with aftershocks. I collapsed on top of her, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Her heart raced, her chest heaving against mine. As much as I wanted to pin her like this tomy bed forever, I had to be mindful of how much her body could take at once.

I rolled off her, disposing of the condom before pulling her into my arms, our bodies slick with sweat and sex. I grinned. Really slick. My baby was perfect.

“You’re mine now, Sasha,” I murmured, my voice soft but firm. “My perfect little good girl, and I’m never letting you go.”

She snuggled into me, her body fitting perfectly against mine. I could feel her smile against my chest, her breath warm on my skin.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice filled with contentment and a hint of sass.

A barely there chuckle rolled through my chest. I was too tired and too overwhelmed to give her hell.

We laid there, our bodies entwined, our breaths coming in ragged gasps all while I contemplated everything we’d been through. She snuggled tighter against me, her head resting on my chest, her fingers tracing the lines of my tattoos. I could feel her heartbeat slowing, her body relaxing into mine.

“That was…” she started, her voice trailing off.

I chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, it was.”

She tilted her head up, her eyes meeting mine. “What happens now, JD?”

I brushed a strand of hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Now, we take it one day at a time, sweetheart. We figure this out together.”

She nodded, her eyes searching mine. “Together,” she echoed, a small smile playing on her lips.

I pulled her closer, my arms tightening around her. The thought of almost losing her, of pushing her away time and again made my chest tight with regret. That shit ended right here. She was mine now, and I’d be damned if I let anything happen to her again.

“JD?” she asked, her voice soft.

“Yeah, babe?”

“Promise me something?”

I looked down at her, my brows pulling tight. “What’s that?”

“Promise me you won’t shut me out again. This time it has to be different for both of us. Promise me we’ll face whatever comes next as a team.”

I took a deep breath, my gaze locked onto hers. “I promise,” I said, the words feeling a little like surrender and victory all at once. “But Sasha…” I tilted her chin up, needing her to really feel my words. “There will still be things I can’t tell you. Most of which have nothing to do with our relationship or you personally, other than you are far better off not knowing. Being with me means being part of my world. The danger doesn’t go away just because I admitted I need you.”

Her eyes softened. “I’ve been part of your world since the day I started dancing at the club. The only difference now is you’ll stop pretending you don’t care.”

While the weight of her words settled in my chest, I couldn’t let that slide. “I think we both knew there was a lot more to it than that. I spent all this time thinking distance would keep you safe.”

“Maybe,” she said with a sly smile on her face as she snuggled closer to my side. “But I’m too tired for semantics.”

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