Page 33 of Fierce King (L.A. Ruthless 1)

I punched him on the chest, but I could tell he hardly even felt it. ‘That wasn’t funny,’ I said with a smile.

‘I never said it was,’ he said before he sealed his mouth over mine. He pushed his tongue inside, making sure that I could taste myself on him. For some reason, that only made me want him even more. I pushed my hips up to meet his, grinding myself on his hard cock.

‘Don’t. Not yet,’ he groaned. ‘I need to make sure you’re ready for me.’

He kissed me deeply as his hand slid down between our bodies. He slipped a finger inside me easily, and then he added another and I felt the stretch.

I had never felt so full. I had used my own fingers before, but his were huge in comparison.

He moved them slowly.

In and out.

Over and Over.

Driving me crazy.

He nuzzled my neck as he continued his slow, delicious torment. I clung to him and whimpered. Our bodies pressed together, both damp with perspiration.

‘Please, Alex,’ I breathed as I lifted my hips to take more of him.

He responded by adding a third finger and I felt the stretch and burn. I tensed involuntarily, my muscles squeezing around his fingers as he drove me to the edge.

‘Just relax, princess,’ he said softly. ‘I’ve got you, but I need to loosen you up. I have no idea how you’ve managed to reach the age of twenty-five and maintain your virtue, because this body is built for sin.’

Then he started to move his fingers in and out again, stretching them gently as he did. The slight discomfort soon gave way to pleasure and it wasn’t long before I felt another orgasm building.

Surely he couldn’t? Not again?

I was proven wrong a few seconds later, when he pressed his thumb on my clit and my climax ripped through my body like a shockwave. He kept rubbing gently until my tremors subsided, and then he slipped his fingers out of me before shifting his hips until he was settled between my thighs.

He pressed his huge cock at my opening and I groaned in response. Despite the orgasms and the feel of his mouth and his fingers on me, I wanted him inside

me more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.

‘Please, Alex,’ I panted.

‘Soon, princesa,’ he soothed. ‘Your coño is dripping wet, but this is still your first time and I don’t want to hurt you.’

‘You won’t,’ I insisted.

‘Are you on any birth control?’

‘No,’ I whispered.

‘Fuck! I don’t keep condoms in the house,’ he hissed. ‘When was your last period?’

‘Last week.’

‘Good. Then, we should be okay,’ he growled.

‘Do you? Are you?’ I stammered. I couldn’t quite bring myself to ask the question, especially as I was beyond desperate to have him fuck me, but he understood anyway.

‘I never fuck without a condom. I’m clean. You have nothing to worry about. I promise.’

‘Okay,’ I breathed.

He inched inside me slowly, and despite how ready I was for him, I felt the burning stretch as he filled me with his giant cock.

But the pain was an enjoyable one. It made the pleasure immediately afterwards even sweeter.

‘Spread your legs as wide as you can, princess,’ he ordered. ‘Let me inside you.’

I opened my legs as far as they would go and he shifted closer towards me, sinking deeper into me until I had taken him to the hilt.

The feeling of being so full of him was incredible and I felt the waves of pleasure rolling through every inch of my body.

He groaned out loud when he was all the way inside and my walls clenched around him. ‘Feel how much your pussy loves my cock, princess? I can’t believe no-one has ever tried to claim this before me,’ he growled. ‘Because it is the sweetest tasting, and tightest little concha I have ever known.’

‘You have a filthy mouth,’ I panted.

‘Oh, you’ve heard nothing yet,’ he said before slipping into Spanish. I had no idea what he was saying, but it sounded so damn sexy, I didn’t care.

I lifted my hips to meet his as he thrust in and out of me. My breasts were already pressed up against his hard chest, and I wrapped my legs around his waist until there wasn’t even a millimeter of space between us.

‘Alex,’ I groaned again as I felt another orgasm building.

‘If I’d have known how sweet your pussy was, I’d have fucked you on our wedding night. And now that it’s mine, no-one is ever going to get the chance to taste you or fuck you ever again,’ he growled.

‘Good,’ I panted as I held onto him, my fingernails digging into his muscular back as his shoulder muscles flexed with his efforts. ‘Because I never want you to stop doing this.’

‘Fuck!’ he hissed. ‘I’m being gentle with you because it’s your first time, princess. It won’t always be like this.’

He continued to pump in and out of me, sending endorphins flying around my body as he rubbed against a sweet spot inside me that I hadn’t even realized existed.

I felt a rush of cream as the first wave of my next orgasm hit.

‘Jesus! You are fucking soaking wet, mi bella princesa,’ he growled as he started to move faster, until the wet sound of my arousal filled the room.

Then he kept growling in Spanish in my ear. I still had no idea what he was saying, but I did know that it was incredibly hot.

I pushed my head back against the pillow and shouted his name. At that moment, I would have been happy for him to chain me to his bed and keep me as his sex slave. Alejandro Montoya was an animal in bed and I wasn’t sure I would ever be the same again.

When he had fucked us both to a long and intense orgasm, he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him until I was lying on his chest. I listened to the steady beating of his heart as we both caught our breath. I lay with my head on his chest and wondered what the hell I had just gotten myself into.

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