Page 14 of The Kings
Every gasp and moan filters through the speakers, wrapping around me like velvet chains, pulling me deeper into her world. The sight of her back arching, her body bowing to the pleasure she gives herself, is more than I can bear.
“Fuck,” I hiss. It’s an exposed, almost feral reaction to the primal display on my screen. Her rhythm is erratic and unpredictable, yet I find myself matching it stroke for stroke, lost in her self-satisfaction as I create my own.
Sweat beads on my forehead, the room suddenly feeling too hot, too small. She’s fire, and I’m willingly throwing myself into the flames, letting them lick at my skin, consuming my senses.
Jerking my cock with an urgency that borders on desperation as she edges again, panting and sweating as she gives herself this torture. Sweat trails down my spine, but I barely notice, too consumed by the sight of Eliza spread out before me.
She’s every inch the Queen of our twisted world. Her legs are wide, her clit glistening as her climax draws closer. I can almost taste her on my tongue. The pressure builds inside me, my cock grows harder, my muscles tauter. I watch, fixated, as her body tightens as she teeters on the edge of her release.
Then she lets herself go, shattering into a climax, her muffled cry piercing through the silence of my room like a bullet. I feel it in my bones, the echo of her pleasure, and it’s the final push I need.
“Fuck, Eliza!” My voice is a growl, torn from deep in my chest. My strokes become frenzied, rougher, as I chase my high. My body trembles, strung tight as a wire, and then it snaps—Icome undone, pleasure ripping through me with the force of a gunshot.
I’m chaos and ruin, breath ragged, pulse racing as my cum shoots out of my cock, all over my hand and pants. It’s the best masturbation I’ve ever had with Eliza Hughes as my live porn. I’ll never be able to go back now.
Her eyelids flutter, her lips parted in the aftermath of her climax. It’s a sight that sears itself into my memory—the untamed beauty of Eliza lost in her pleasure.
The power of watching her unseen sends a surge of adrenaline through me—elation clashing with a dark possessiveness. Fuck, when I finally get my hands on her, it’s going to be explosive.
With effort, I regain control of my breathing, my hand lingering on my cock. Did she feel me watching her? Did it heighten her pleasure, knowing I was there in the shadows?
“Shit,” I mutter under my breath, the possibility too tantalising to ignore.
I reach over, fingers still trembling slightly, and kill the feed. The screen goes black, cutting off my view. The abrupt loss is like a punch to the chest, leaving me feeling strangely hollow. But the silence also brings clarity. I need to tread carefully.
Tonight was a revelation—a glimpse of something pure and wild. In her element, Eliza is a force of nature, and I am irrevocably drawn to her. Whatever this is between us, it’s uncharted territory. I’m both hunter and prey, captivated by the game, which is far from over, and I’m already itching for my next fix of Eliza’s intoxicating brand of chaos.
The door opens and I quickly throw the sheets over my lap as Raphael leans on the doorframe. “You fucked off quickly. What’s up?”
“Nothing,” I lie, and he knows it. He knows me better than I know myself.
“Be careful with her.” His tone screams caution, but I know better. He is as enraptured with her as I am. We all are.
“With who?”
He shakes his head with a snort. “You can’t kid a kidder, our kid.”
“Fuck off. I hate it when you call me that. You are two minutes older than me. Two fucking minutes.”
“And yet sometimes it feels more like two years. Like right now. You’re mooning after Hughes, and you need to pull it back before she burns you so badly, Mom won’t be able to recognise you.”
“Like you aren’t?” I snap, getting pissed off. “You’re completely avoiding her. You might know me so well, but you forget I know you too, asshole. You’re avoiding her because you want her.”
“Whether or not I do isn’t the issue here. She is off-limits right now.”
“Right now.”
“Yeah, Right now. Unless you want not only our father to kick your ass but hers, too.”
“Whatever,” I grumble, but I know he’s right. This could all blow up in our faces if we don’t get our heads out of our asses.
“Good boy,” he says with a laugh. “You know it makes sense.”
“Oh, fuck off, you cunt.”
“Bye now.” He ducks out of the room as I give him the finger, his laughter echoing down the corridor as he makes his way up to the main bedroom on the top floor.
Glaring at the laptop, I pick it up and fling it across the room like a frisbee. It hits the wall with a loud thunk and drops to the floor uselessly.
