Page 109 of Kings & Chaos

I looked down at our joined bodies and felt my dick get even harder. She was perfect, her hair damp and hanging in ropes as she leaned back on her forearms, her beautiful face beaded with water from the still-running shower.

Her full tits were glorious, her pale pink nipples hard and begging for my mouth, and her waist flared to full hips and a pillowy ass made for grabbing.

And her fucking pussy. Her mound was smooth, her dusty-pink cunt glistening as it cradled my cock. I’d only gotten started, and my fucking dick was like a grenade, its pin only seconds from being pulled.

I pushed her thighs open wider, grateful for the front row seat I had from my kneeling position, and felt myself sink even deeper.

“Fuck,” she gasped. “You’re so big.”

“That’s right,” I coaxed, “and you’re taking every inch of me like a good girl.”

I dragged out of her reluctantly. Now that I knew how fucking good she felt, I didn’t want to spend a second outside of her.

Her eyes were closed, and I squeezed her thighs, my fingers sinking into her soft flesh. “Watch me fuck your sweet pussy, Jezebel.”

Her eyes were dazed with desire, but she looked between her thighs as I drove into her again, disappearing inside her body.

“Fuck, that’s good.” I barely managed to get the words out. “So fucking good to watch you take me.”

I pulled out again, then drove into her while she watched, our bodies setting up a rhythm that felt as old as fucking time.

Like we knew each other. Like we’d done this before.

Like we were made for each other.

She was tightening around my dick, her pussy contracting as she came closer to orgasm.

“You want to come, Jezebel?”

"Yes,” she panted, rocking her hips against mine.

“Good,” I said. “Play with your clit and come on my dick so I can fuck you from behind.”

She reached between her thighs, and so help me god I almost came then and there when she circled her little clit. It took every ounce of restraint in my body to hold back while she climbed the peak of her orgasm, tightening around my dick until it felt like the world’s sexiest fucking vise.

I moved faster, thrusting into her in a frenzy, transfixed by the expression of surprise on her face, like her release was unexpected when she’d been on the verge since I’d buried my cock inside her on the first thrust.

She whimpered, panting out her impending orgasm, a flush spreading across her chest.

“Fuck yes,” I said. “Come for me, Jezebel.”

She cried out, the sound echoing off the tiled walls, her hips still moving while I kept moving inside her, wanting to wrench every last shudder from her body.

The words that came from her mouth weren’t the words of rule-following Willa Russo. They were nasty, dirty words.

And they made me fucking harder than ever.

”I knew you were a naughty fucking good girl, Jezebel. I fucking knew it.”

She slowly stopped moving her hips, her head dropping back as she panted out short, shallow breaths.

I stood between her thighs and took her hands, lifted her to her feet until her body was smashed against mine. I couldn’t get fucking close enough. I wanted to live inside her.

I took her face and kissed her roughly. She was practically melting in my arms. “You like the taste of your cunt on my mouth, Jezebel?”

“I’d like it better if you were fucking me from behind like you promised,” she said.

I laughed, and the sound was foreign in my own ears. When was the last time I’d laughed?

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