Page 84 of Fallen Empire
He held himself out for me—an offering, a dare.
I took it.
In one fluid motion, I wrapped my lips around him, sliding his cock deep into my mouth until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I pulled back slowly, swirling my tongue as I went, then took him again—deeper this time. Sloppier. Hungrier.
His hands tangled in my hair, gripping tight as he guided me lower. My throat stretched to take him, and when I swallowed his cock, he hissed.
“Fuck, Mills…”
He held me there, thick and pulsing in the back of my throat, savoring the moment.
Then he started to move.
His hips snapped forward, and he fucked my mouth with brutal precision—each thrust harder, deeper, pulling guttural sounds from his chest as I gripped his thighs to steady myself.
And God, I wanted to ruin him.
I adjusted myself on my knees, spreading them wider for balance as I took him deeper. One hand slid behind him, fingers digging into the firm muscle of his ass, nails raking down until I heard him curse. The other hand cradled and rolled his balls in my palm, slow and deliberate, teasing the way I knew would wreck him.
I didn’t think I could come from this—just him fucking my mouth, nothing else. But the pressure was coiling. Building. A third climax sitting heavy at the base of my spine, begging to be released.
And just before it hit, his fist tangled in my hair and yanked my head back with force, pulling me off his cock with a wet gasp.
“Uh-uh,” he growled, voice dark and ragged. “I’m shattering in your mouth, baby.” His eyes were molten as they locked onto mine. “I want to feel your pussy clench around my cock when you fall apart again.”
He lifted me in one swift move and tossed me onto the bed, my back hitting the mattress with a bounce. My legs fell open again, unashamed, aching, ready. But this time, he moved between them. His body hovered over mine as he stroked himself once… twice… then stopped.
Instead, he slid one finger inside of me—slow, deliberate. Then another. I arched, gasping as he curled them just right, and then—
Oh god.
He slid those soaked fingers lower, spreading the wetness further before pressing one slick finger against the tight ring ofmuscle below. Entering the tightest hole on my body. Breaking the barrier for the first time.
“Fuck, Mills…” His voice broke on a growl. “I won’t take you here tonight. But it’s mine.”
His words coiled around my spine like a fuse—igniting everything.
The pressure. The stretch. The way he invaded every inch of my body like it was owed to him. It was foreign. Filthy. And so goddamn good I almost came right then. I whimpered, hips twitching as my body clenched around his finger, aching for more—aching for him.
And then he pulled them out.
Only long enough to line himself up to my entrance.
I barely had time to register the flush spreading over my chest before his cock slammed deep inside of me in one brutal motion. My scream tore through the room as my body arched off the bed, trying to adjust, to take all of him. He was too thick. Too deep. And I took every inch.
He gripped my waist like he needed grounding, like he’d lose control if he didn’t anchor himself to me. Then he started moving—slow at first, dragging his cock almost all the way out before slamming back in, grinding his pelvis against my clit with every punishing thrust. The friction was blinding. I was unraveling. Spiraling.
Losing myself completely.
He grabbed my leg and threw it over his shoulder, plunging deeper, so deep I swore I could feel him in my stomach. My body convulsed beneath him, made for this. Made for him.
He leaned down, never breaking rhythm, and fucked me harder—relentless, brutal. Drops of sweat fell from his chest to my cheek, his breath ragged against my skin. My nails scraped down his back, drawing blood as I clung to him, holding on for dear life.
He groaned, the sound animalistic, desperate. “You feel so fucking good, baby. So tight. So perfect. Say it. Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped, voice hoarse and broken beneath the weight of him. “I’ve always been yours.”
That was it.
