Page 84 of Kneel with the King
I close my eyes and roll my hips so that his finger bumps that sweet spot inside of me again.
Yeah. I’m going to come, and soon.
“You ready for me?” he asks.
“Y-yes,” I hiss, sweat breaking out along my forehead from the intense pleasure coursing through me. “Please.”
“Please what?” he asks, adding a second finger.
The searing sting of being stretched, of being breached, makes every nerve ending shudder. I’m already quaking underneath him, and there’s a puddle of precum sliding down my stomach.
“Please, Daddy,” I whine, my voice a needy whimper.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, scissoring his fingers to prep and stretch me.
I groan again, thrusting my hips upward. “S-stop doing that or I’m going to c-come,” I rush out, my whole body shaking now.
He chuckles. “You make such a beautiful bottom, Asher Harrison. Just like I knew you would.”
He removes his fingers, using the lube still coating them on his shaft. It’s then that I notice he’s made his own mess of precum—it glistens against the metal barbells that drive me fucking crazy. The idea of turning him on enough to make him leak sends a potent shiver through me.
“Oh yeah? Did you think of this scenario often, Ambrose?”
He cocks his head as he looks down at me. “I’ve thought about it every single day since that night ten years ago.”
His words hang heavy between us, and just as I’m about to respond, he spreads my legs as wide as they’ll go, lining his thick, warm head against my pucker. For good measure, he adds some more lube.
“Deep breaths, okay?”
“Okay,” I agree, grimacing as he starts to press into me.
“You’re doing so well,” he adds, settling between my legs and guiding his cock into my ass with one hand, and slowly jerks my aching, leaking length with the other.
A low, tortured groan escapes his lips when the head of his shaft pops into me, and when his face goes slack with pleasure and his eyes flutter closed for a second, I watch raptly as a whole-body shudder goes through him.
“Fuuuuuck, Harrison. You’re so fucking tight and warm. I’m not going to last—just warning you now.”
“You and me both,” I say on a gasp as he slides in deeper. His smooth head feels different—better—than his fingers. The metal barbells are more subtle than I thought they would be, but his thickness means they rub against that same spot again. My cock pulses two times, threatening to spill. “Oh fuck, that feels amazing.”
He hums as he glides his cock all the way in, tip to root, and when he’s fully seated inside of me, I feel my body begin to throb.
“King,” I warn, inhaling sharply. “Don’t move or I’m going to come.”
He grins down at me. “Yeah? Fuck, it’s like you were made for this. Made for me,” he adds, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. My body lights up under his praise, and I reach up and place a hand at the back of his head. When he pulls back slightly, breaking the kiss, his eyes are lazy and hooded—satisfied.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulls most of the way out of me. I hold my breath due to the strange sensation, but when he pushes back in, my eyes roll back.
“F-fuck,” I moan.
“That’s it. You take my cock so well, sweetheart.” Once he’s all the way in, I feel his cock pulse once inside of me, and the feel of his piercings sliding against me is…fan-fucking-tastic.“I’ll never get enough of this,” he says, muttering, “I’ll never get tired of being inside of you. I could live here forever and die the happiest man alive,” he growls, pulling almost all the way out and snapping back.
“Oh god,” I mumble, my voice incoherent.
“Ah, ah, sweetheart. Give credit where credit is due. Who’s fucking you?”
“You are,” I rush out, just as he begins to fuck me in earnest.
“That’s right.I’mfucking you.”
