Page 15 of Triumphant Kings

I whimper, not in pain, but in need. My eyes find the bulge in his jeans and I grip the waist of his pants and pull down, taking his boxers too.

His cock springs free, nearly hitting me in the face. My breathing stutters, eyes widening. I’ve never been this close to his cock before. It’s thick and long, pre-cum dropping from the tip.

My mouth waters to lick it clean. So I do, lapping at his tip. He hisses, his hips jerking forward. “Don’t tease me,” he grunts, sounding like he’s barely holding on.

Looking up into his eyes, I wrap my hand around his thickness, loving the way he shudders when I squeeze. Seeingthis powerful man tremble for me has me beaming on the inside with pride.

Still, I don’t want to be the one in control. I want to be used. To be degraded. To be his dirty little slut. I used to think something was wrong with me and the thoughts I had that would turn me on, but being with Sadie showed me that there’s nothing wrong with me.

And the way Preston looks at me like he wants to devour me, just confirms it. This is all new, but I have a feeling things are going to come naturally between us.

I’ve dreamed of him saying the things he did to those women, using me like he would them.

And now I get to make that a reality.

“Suck,” he growls, and I shiver.

Wanting to be a good boy, I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and moan as his salty taste hits my tongue. Gathering saliva in my mouth, I coat his shaft as I take him deeper into my mouth. He’s thick, and I fear I might not be able to take him all.

It didn’t even come to mind that I’ve never done this before. I’ve always had a thing for men as well as women, this man specifically, but I’ve never been with one before.

“Fuck.” Preston lets out a long guttural groan that goes right to my balls. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby... so hot and wet.”

The praise has me wanting to please. Trying to put the worry to the back of my mind, I adjust myself in a better position on my knees and move my hand so I can take him all the way down my throat.

When the head of his cock hits the back, I gag a little bit, eyes watering at the full feeling.

“That’s it.” His voice is softer, the hand in my hair losing its grip so he can run his fingers through my hair before holding my head still, keeping his cock in place. “Swallow,” he orders.

So I do, my throat contracting around him the best I can. It’s an odd feeling, making me want to cough, but Preston hisses in pleasure, his hips thrusting forward.

“I’m gonna use this dirty little mouth. I’m gonna take my pleasure. Are you going to be a good boy and let me?” he asks, voice thick and husky. This man is so damn sexy.

I do my best to nod, but it only makes me gag again.

“Good boy,” he praises, and I whimper as my cock pulses with need. I want to touch myself, to relieve some of the pressure, but I know the moment I do, I’ll cum. I don’t want this to be over anytime soon.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath through my nose and brace myself.

Getting a good grip on my hair again, he starts to thrust into my mouth. It’s slow at first, but I watch with watery eyes as he slowly starts to lose control.

Pleasure contorts on his face, biting his lip, his nostrils flaring as his breathing becomes heavy and his movements become frantic.

The sounds that leave him have me so turned on.

“Take it, Declan. Take my fucking cock. Look at you,” he grunts, forcing me to take his cock all the way down my throat again, making me gag. “I was right. You look so fucking pretty when you cry for me,” he murmurs, using his free hand to wipe the tears from the corner of my eyes with his thumb. My nostrils flare as I struggle to breathe, watching him bring my tears to his mouth and suck them clean from his thumb. “So fucking good,” he hums. I nearly cum on the spot. “But this is the only time you cry when it comes to me, do you understand me?”

Unable to nod, I hum around his cock, getting another pleasurable growl.

He fucks my face a little bit longer, and I sit here on my knees like a good boy, loving every second of it.

I can tell he’s about to cum, and I brace myself to take it, but at the last moment, he pulls himself free.

Gasping for air, my chest heaves with every breath as my head spins. Blinking up at him, I wonder why he stopped.

“You’re a fucking mess for me,” he says in awe. “So fucking beautiful.” He uses the same thumb he sucked my tears from to gather the drool that's running down the corners of my mouth and shove it back in. On instinct, I suck his thumb, my tongue lapping at his flesh, and I’m rewarded with a feral look in his eyes.

“Up,” he commands.

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