Page 78 of Brutal King

He cups my sex with his mouth, swirling that wet, warm tongue on my nub.

“Mmm.” I drop back onto the bed, writhing with pleasure, luxuriating in the way he eats me. Consumes me.

Though, it doesn’t take much more than seeing his dark head between my legs. He knows exactly how to lick me, circling his tongue around my clit and sucking up the juices trickling from my entrance.

This time, however, he adds to the sensation by pressing a finger against my anus. He pushes it in gently, just enough to make me groan as he increases the rhythm of his tongue on my clitoris. I feel myself opening for him, just enough that he can dip his thumb into me. Then, a bit more, and more, until I’m sure his entire digit is in.

It’s intense and dirty and so damned good, it pushes me close to my climax. I begin to thrash. Just a bit more. I’m almost there. But he stops.

“More!” I beg and he chuckles against my thigh.

“Greedy, Little Bird.”

“Please.”

He moves up my body, nipping and kissing as he goes, until he reaches my nipples. Here, he concentrates, fully aware of how sensitive they are.

I buck upwards, desperate for his cock. But he doesn’t give it to me yet.

Pushing himself up, he holds me so that I’m lying on my side. “Bring your legs to your chest,” he orders, and I do so, wrapping my arms around my knees and pulling them in tight. “Good girl.”

He leans over to his nightstand, and from the drawer, pulls out a small bottle full of clear liquid. After pouring a generous amount into his palm, he spreads it over the bulbous part of the plug.

“What are you doing?” I ask, watching as he pours a little more.

But this time, he doesn’t rub it on the plug. This time, he spreads between my butt cheeks, concentrating fully on my tight hole. “Making sure you enjoy this as much as I will.”

“Oh,” I whisper, completely aroused by the sight of him staring at me hungrily, yet afraid of what he’s intending to do.

He inserts a finger, made slick from the lubricant, fucking me with it until I loosen enough for him to slide another in. Inand out he goes, giving me time to get used to the feeling. He’s stretching me, preparing me.

“Good girl,” he says, sliding in and out. “This tight hole is going to be mine.”

“Yes,” I breathe, shuddering when he removes his fingers and positions the tip of the plug there. It goes in without resistance, swallowed to the hilt. Because I want it. Because I’m desperate for it.

He drags his shaft between my labia, making me cry out in ecstasy when he grazes my clitoris. When he enters me, I suck in a breath and grasp at the sheets beneath me. The fullness is overwhelming, breathtaking. Delicious.

Once more, he brings me to the edge. I’m dripping wet, engorged, and near insanity when he pulls out of me.

“Please. Please!” I have never wanted anything more than to find my release. I wanthimto give it to me.

“Patience, Little Bird,” he whispers and bends his head to bite at my nipples. I hiss and wrap my legs around him, urging him to fuck me again.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs the end of the plug and tugs it out of me. I whimper, feeling completely empty, wanting that fullness to return.

That’s when I feel the tip of his cock pressed against my puckered hole. My mouth clamps shut as I immediately tense around the head.

“Let me in,” he rasps out. “You can take me. I promise.”

When he senses I’ve relaxed, he goes in a little deeper. I cry out from the pain, but he pushes on until he’s in all the way to the hilt. The area is so sensitive that I feel everything, the thickness of his cock, the pulsing of his heart, any slight movement. How completely he fills me.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” he groans and I realize he’s in agony from holding still, giving me time to adjust.

Slowly, he begins to move, and with each thrust, the pain changes into something else. A sort of need as he strokes across areas I didn’t know were there. I cry out, unsure if what I feel is pleasure or pain. Whatever it is, it’s not enough for either of us.

I’m roughly rolled onto my tummy. I attempt to turn to him, but he snatches my wrist and presses it to my lower back, holding me in place. Then, he pushes my chest onto the mattress, my arm still pinned behind me, and my ass in the air.

This time, when he enters me, there’s no resistance. He slides into the slick hole with ease, and pounds into me without mercy. My moans get louder with each slap of his hips against mine. I’m so close that when his hand delves between my legs to play with my clit, I shatter.

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