Page 59 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
“We’re playing like that?” Amusement twitched on his lips. “Fine. Remember,don’t comeuntil I say.”
Before I could answer, my legs were over his shoulders, as he plunged right into me with one long, forceful stroke.
Pleasure, desire, and the sheer wanting of not being dicked for well over a week overwhelmed me. It took every ounce of self-control to not come at that singular stroke. I had a feeling his punishments would be a lot rougher than when Jonas spanked me on his bench.
“Eyes on me,” he ordered.
I took in the magnificent man before me, wishing he was shirtless–and that I could touch.
One of his hands rubbed my clit, making me squirm as he continued to pound me. The chaise thumped into the pole, my ass slamming against his white button-down.
“Princess, you squeeze me so nice and tight. When I do tell you to come, I want you to lock me,” he growled.
“Yes, my king.” My voice shook. How much longer could I hold on?
From the gleam in his eyes, he knew. His hand closed around my throat as he thrust into me. “You’re so beautiful like this. Helpless and tied up, your legs over my shoulders as I pound into you. If only Grif were here to have his cock down your throat.”
This dirty talk didn’t help. The image of them touching and kissing me together made my insides quiver.
“Not yet.” He smacked my ass as my back arched. “Mmmm, you feel so good. You’re mine, Princess.” The closet filled with his heady vetiver scent, and alpha pheromones, making me shudder with desire and need.
“Yes, my king. I’m yours.”
He was as much mine as the others.
Please let me come,I silently begged. The thrusts were so deep that his inflated knot kept brushing my clit.
“Does that greedy pussy of yours take knots, Princess?”
“I’ve only taken one in my ass.” It was a chore to get the words out, as I struggled to keep from coming while keeping my eyes on him.
“That’s something I look forward to doing. Knotting that ass as Grif fucks your mouth. We’ll work up to the pussy,” he told me.
I could see in his eyes that I washis.Not just in thisI’m conquering youmoment. What we had differed from what I had with the others, what he had with Grif. But there was no doubt that we had something.
Oh, I’d warm his cock while we watched TV.
“I’m going to come,” he growled, pulling almost all the way out. “You can come, too. More than once if you need to, but make sure you lock me good, Princess. I want to see stars.”
AJ slammed into me, and the reply died on my lips as I let go, allowing the orgasm I’d been holding back to consume me. It was as violent as it had been on the plane with Grif.
More.
My pussy locked his dick, which spurted warm cum inside me.
He peeled my legs off his shoulders and laid on top of me with a satisfied look on his face. AJ ground his knot against my clit. Another orgasm racked me.
“That’s it. Come for your king. Show me that I make you feel just as good as the others. Better even. Your lock feels fucking divine. Do you strangle Grif’s dick like this as he squeezes your throat with his giant hand and calls you his good little cum dumpster?” AJ cupped my face with his hand, still grinding against me.
“Yes, my king.” The words barely made it out as my body exploded withanotherorgasm. His dirty talk would be the end of me.
AJ pressed his lips to mine, his tongue plundering my mouth as his gyrations ceased. The fact that he was kissing me and we were now here after everything melted me. Those fervent kisses stole my breath, putting it wherever he’d stashed my heart.
My legs wrapped around him, bringing him close, as I kissed him back, trying to show him with my lips that he mattered as much to me as his packmates.
Chapter Eighteen
AJ
