Page 135 of Tantalizing Kings

“Good girl.” He kisses me and everything in my mind goes blank, rebooting so that the only thing I can focus on is his lips on mine and the need for his cock to be inside me.

He pulls back, standing tall above me. I wonder what I look like to him right now; my legs spread, my panties beyond damp, chest heaving, my long curls hanging behind me as I look up at him with wild, lust-filled eyes. I’m worked up beyond belief.

His pupils dilate as his eyes take me in. “You're such a naughty little thing, aren’t you, Pretty Girl.” He chuckles, his hands reaching for the buttons on his slacks. “Sitting here all alone in the stairwell, watching dirty videos of Preston fucking that girl.”

I bite my lip, embarrassment flooding me again. “Sorry,” I whisper.

“Don’t be.” His grin is wicked. “Never be ashamed of what you like. There are a lot of things I like that people would call me vile for.”

“Really?” My brows furrow. I didn’t have much experience with sex before these guys, but he seemed to be pretty normal in bed from what I’ve read about or seen in movies. Well, I wouldn’t call sex with him normal, that shit was life changing to me, but it wasn’t anything I’d think people would judge him on. “Like what?”

His grin grows wider as he pulls his magnificently pierced cock free, wrapping his hand around it, and giving it a long, firm stroke. His eyes close for a moment as he lets out a groan that has me pushing my thighs together in search of friction. His eyes open again, this time they’re almost black. “I don’t think you're ready to know just yet, Pretty Girl.”

He looks at the Rolex on his wrist and curses. “Alright, Pretty Girl, we don’t have much time. Be a good girl and turn around, knees and hands on the stairs. This is going to be quick and rough. But trust me, we’re going to leave here very satisfied.”

I shouldn’t be doing as he asks, I shouldn’t be moving on shaky legs to get in position because he’s going to be my fucking step-brother! But I do, because right now, anything logical isn’t capable of entering my mind.

All I can think of is how he feels, to have his ribbed cock slide along my inner walls.

The stone is cold against my hands and knees, a welcome feeling against my heated skin.

Grayson groans as he lifts my skirt. “Look at you. So wet. Did you like what Preston was doing to that girl? Do you want to be railed from behind, choked, and have your hair pulled?” He almost sounds like his own question might be his undoing as he pulls my panties down, letting them sit around mid thighs. “Fuck’s sake, Pretty Girl. Your pussy is so wet and swollen.”

I hear the rustling of a condom. “Don’t,” I blurt, and he pauses.

“Don’t what, Pretty Girl?” he asks with caution.

My cheeks heat, and I’m glad he can’t see my face right now. This is so fucked up, but I want to feel him, bare, with nothing between us. It was a heat of the moment thing with Collin, but it ended up feeling amazing. And, well... after the way it made me feel to be dripping with his cum, I did a little bit of research and learned that I may have a cum kink.

It’s not the smartest thing to do, and while I wouldn’t do this with any one-night stand, these guys have showed me papers that they’re good to go. And my time with Declan only confirmed my desires.

“Yes,” he growls. “Are you telling me you want me to fuck this pretty cunt with nothing between us.”

“Yes,” I repeat his answer, sucking in a breath when I feel the tip of his cock rubbing along my folds. I feel him move, kneeling behind me before draping his body over mine, his hands landing next to mine as the tip of his cock presses inside. His voice descends into a low, gravely whisper. “Be my dirty girl, Sadie, and let your big brother split this pretty pussy in two.”

My eyes widen at his words. But I don’t get any time to think about them before he slams the rest of the way in. My lips part to let out a scream, but his hand smothers my cries of pleasure as he starts to fuck me without mercy.

“That’s it, fuck. Take it, Sadie. You know you love it,” he growls, his cock pounding into me in punishing thrusts.

My eyes roll back as I whimper and moan. It’s like I’ve been electrocuted with pleasure, everything inside me coming alive.

Tears spill down my face, but not because I hate it; no, because I fucking love it. It feels good, too good. I’m already so worked up I know it’s not going to take me long to cum.

Grayson moves his hand. “Be a good girl, and keep quiet, Sadie. Someone could be outside right now, listening to you come apart on my cock.”

His words should worry me, have me pushing him off me and telling him to stop. Only they make my pussy quiver around him, making him chuckle. “You like that, don't you? Fuck, you really are a dirty little girl. My dirty girl. So fucking hot. You're so fucking perfect.”

“Grayson,” I whimper when he pulls back all the way before slamming back into me.

“I wish I could hear you scream my name, baby,” he groans before shoving something in my mouth. “Sorry, but I need to fill this perfectly tight cunt with my cum, and there's no way you're going to be able to keep quiet.”

He’s right, there's no point in me even trying. I’m too lost in the moment to try to remember, anyway.

Adjusting himself into a new position, he grips my hip with one hand before sliding his fingers into my hair and grabbing a handful to yanking my head back.

I shout around the gag as he slaps my ass hard, grunting and cursing as he fucks me roughly, so perfectly that I’m cumming.

“That’s it, fuck!” he grunts. “God, Pretty Girl, your pussy is strangling my cock. I’m gonna cum,” he pants out. “I’m gonna fill you up until my cum is dripping down your thighs.”

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