Page 96 of Brutal King

“Not at the same level. I promise, if you don’t feel old now, you’ll definitely age with a girl. That’s what Pops used to tell me, anyway. Said that I gave him gray hair.”

“I rather think I’d look good all gray.”

Her lips pull tight, but she loses the battle not to smile. She brushes the hair at my temples. “Mmm, yes, I think so too, unfortunately.”

“Is it bad that you’re attracted to me, Little Bird?”

“Yes,” she replies without hesitation. Then, she digs her fingers into my hair and jerks my head back. “I hate that I want you.” She licks my neck, from clavicle to jawline. “I want to kill you because of it.”

I push my hips upwards, pressing my dick into her ass. “Go ahead and kill me. I want to die with a grin on my face.”

She straddles me and her lips crash onto mine. We’re instantly hot and panting. I slide my hands under her shirt, desperate to touch her soft skin.

“Yes,” she moans when I slip her bra over her nipples and graze them. She bites her lower lip and arches into me. “More. Just… more.”

Her nipples have been extremely sensitive since she became pregnant. SinceIgot her pregnant. Fuck me, the thought of her growing our baby makes me dangerously possessive. I want her more now than I ever did. I want to claim her inside and out. I want her to know that she’s mine. Always will be. That if I have my way, she will have many more of my children.

“Mine,” I growl into her ear, and it must do something to her because she bucks against me, her core grinding over my shaft. I divest her of her clothes fast as I can. “All fucking mine.”

“Shut up and fuck me. But not here. Not with—” she looks at the painting. “Not with him watching us.”

Her legs wrap around my waist as I stand. I nearly trip over a chair in my eagerness to get her somewhere, anywhere, with a flat surface. Then, I do trip when she undoes my zipper and button, and my pants pool at my feet.

I roll as we go down, so that she’s on top of me and protected from the impact. My head hits the marble floor of the foyer, and I see stars.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” She attempts to check me, but I stop her when, in one thrust upward, I enter her. She gasps and her fingernails dig into my chest. “Oh God!”

My brain might be woozy, but I don’t need to think much to fuck her. As long as my instincts remain intact, I’ll be fine.

She begins to ride me. Apparently, her concern for my wellbeing vanished the moment my dick slid inside her. She shoves her breasts in my face and I greedily suck as she moves against me wildly, taking from me whatever she wants.

“Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t fucking stop!” she demands.

She lifts off my dick and places the head at the entrance of her puckered hole. We’ve only done this once, but the feel of it remains engraved in my memory.

“Are you sure?” I ask her.

“Fuck yes. I’m so turned on, I need something more.” She gathers wetness from her sweet pussy, and makes herself slick for me. Then, she presses against her tightest spot again. This time, she’s able to take me past the head. It’s so snug around my cock that I might explode before I’m all the way in. “Yes,” she says in a guttural tone that tells me she’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“A little more?” she offers.

“Please,” I manage to grunt.

Before I can move, she impales herself fully. I lose breath. Lose the ability to think. My world goes slightly fuzzy asshe begins an upward and downward motion. It’s slow. It’s overwhelming. It’s fucking torture.

She reaches back and squeezes my balls, making me hiss.

A naughty smile pulls at her pretty mouth. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes.”

“Ask nicely, and I’ll let you.” She stops all movement, waiting for my response, my balls still in her grip. Her lips curve up more as she patiently sits there, my dick embedded to the hilt in her ass. Evil wench.

Meanwhile, I’m sweating. She’s got me by the balls, quite literally, and all I have to do is say please.

I’d happily say anything she wants at this point.

“Please, make me come,” I beg.

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