Page 30 of Triumphant Kings

She says the words over and over again until she's a blubbering mess.

Her words are my undoing, hitting me right in the fucking heart. My soul lights up like the burning sun. I can’t breathe, I can’t think. There's only her, there will only ever be her.

I can hear her scream my name over the blood pounding in my ears as she comes apart. An orgasm rips through her, her pussy clamping down around me like a vice until her release is dripping down my shaft and over my balls.

Watching her pure rapture over me sends me free-falling after her. “Sadie,” her name comes out like a broken, desperate plea.

My whole body goes stiff as one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever had takes hold of my body.

My fingers grip her so hard, I’m sure it’s going to bruise, but I can’t do anything about it.

I watch my face contort in an equal mix of pleasure and pain as my cock violently pulses inside her. Wave after wave of cum shoots out, filling her up until there's nowhere for it to go.

I can feel it dripping out, so I thrust forward and hold her to me, keeping my cock inside her as her quivering pussy pulls every last drop of cum from my balls.

It’s not until I’m sucking in a big lungful of air that I realize I wasn’t even breathing, as if I even dared to, I’d miss the feeling of pure ecstasy of the moment.

The only sound in the room is our heavy breathing as we both take a moment to recover.

“Best sex ever,” I groan, slumping forward.

Sadie lets out a sleepy laugh. “Mhmm. I think you broke me.”

“Never.” I chuckle, leaning forward to press a kiss to her sweaty cheek. “How are you?”

“I’m good.” She smiles, eyes closed. “You?”

“I’m fucking perfect,” I whisper before kissing her again.

I’m buzzing with a high of pure rainbows and sunshine that I never want to come down from.

This woman is my fucking crack, and I’m proud to say I’m her addict.

Straightening up, I pull out of her with a moan, making her whimper.

“Sensitive?” I ask, tucking my dick away before running my hand over her ass.

“A little. But it’s a good feeling.”

“Yeah?” I smile. “I didn’t hurt you?”

“No.” She laughs softly. “It was perfect.”

She sucks in a gasp when I bring my fingers to her pussy, running them through the mess of my cum. “Look at you,” I groan. “Dripping with my cum. The prettiest sight I ever did see.”

“Grayson,” she huffs.

“Yes, Pretty Girl?” I say playfully, pushing my cum back inside her.

She moans, not saying another word as she lets me play with her a little longer.

“Open your mouth.”

Her eyes flutter and look up at me. She raises a brow in question, but parts her lips like she’s told.

“Good girl,” I praise her, then pull my fingers free of her pussy and push them right past her lips. “Now, clean me up.”

I nearly cum again as she sucks my release from my fingers.

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