Page 52 of Cruel Pawn
“Arden,” she bit out. “Don’t you fucking dare. I swear, if you put your dick inside me right now, I will—”
I gave my cock a single stroke before I found the dripping wet heat between her thighs—goddamn, she was soaked—and sank all the way in. I bit my lip hard, probably drawing more blood, and my eyes crossed as she came instantly.
“Oh, Priya,” I purred, grinding my cock deep. Her pussy strangled the life out of my shaft over and over. “You’re such a liar.”
Her breath hitched, a gasp ripped from her with a deep throb of her cunt around my cock. My girl was holding back her moans.
Challenge accepted.
I snapped my hips into her ass, dragging out fast for another rough thrust. On the third, she moaned. On the fourth, she groaned, “Oh god.” On the fifth, deeper, rougher, she cried my name.
“You pretend to hate this,” I said, still tasting my own blood. “You pretend to hateme.But you fucking love it, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer, refused to. I clasped my hand to her throat, arching her up against me, straining until my lips pressed to her forehead.
“You don’t want to leave me, my opera. You’d miss this cock. You’d miss the way it splits you open and makes you come so many times your pretty eyes roll back.”
Her breaths came faster, shallow now. Oh, she was right on the edge.
“I would miss everything about you,” I told her, my voice a little ragged. “I wouldn’t know how to survive without you. My entire existence now revolves around you, my beautiful future wife.”
“Shut up,” she ground out, teeth clenched.
“Why?” I kept my thrusts fast and powerful even if my thighs threatened to give out soon. “Because every word I speak pushes you closer to drenching my cock in more cum? Because this sweet little pussy lives for praise and affection?”
She shook her head, but a tremor ran through her body. “I just want to go home.”
“No one knows how to love you at home, Priya. Only I can love you like this. Only I can fuck you like this.” She’d admitted the same to me last night but got spooked this morning. I brushed a kiss to the arch of her ear. “I love every last part of you, my opera—the sweetness, the fire, the venom, the bloodlust, the aching heart that’s desperate for love. All of it. I loveevery last bit,Priya, so stop running.”
“Can’t.”
My heart pulled tight. My perfect girl didn’t knowhowto be loved. “Don’t worry, my opera. You can run. I’ll always chase you, and your pussy gets the treat of being fucked every time I catch you.”
I expected more fighting, but Priya reached up and dug her fingernails into my arm, holding on tight. Like she was begging me to keep my promises.
“You are mine, from now until death,” I swore, my voice tight as I fought the heat boiling up in my balls, the perfect ripple and grip of her pussy around me so damn good that I had to hold myself in her for a long moment, just to feel that heaven on every damn inch.
“Fuck,” I groaned as her cunt choked my dick. “You’re so fucking good for me. No one could ever take this cock better.”
“Arden,” she breathed with a little hitch in her breath that drove me wild.
“You don’t want to leave,” I said through gritted teeth, so damn close. “Say it.”
“I don’t want to leave,” she echoed in the sexiest whine. “Arden, please, fuck—”
Her pussy tightened in a vice grip around my cock, then she detonated with all the beauty and ferocity of a dying star. Her voice echoed around the high trees, filling my ears with my favourite music, then my moans joined hers as the perfect suction of her pussy dragged me over the edge with her.
I moulded my body to Priya’s, feeling every shudder that worked through her, hearing every gasp and groan. I rolled my hips in shallow motions, drawing out every last moan, until she was wrung out.
I kissed the arch of her ear and couldn’t resist taunting, “This sweet pussy is overflowing with my cum, and you’re not on birth control anymore. How long until you’re not just my future wife, but the mother of my future child?”
She swatted at my thigh with a weak hand, bringing a deeper smile to my face. “Shut up.”
“Why? Because you just throbbed around my cock at the thought of my breeding you?”
“Arden, I swear to fucking god.”
“Well, I am a god of fucking, so that’s appropriate.”
