Page 140 of Tantalizing Kings

I’m feeling so many conflicting feelings right now. Fear because I can hardly breathe; it’s to the point that I’m getting light-headed. Yet I’m so turned on, my thighs are slick with my juices, my clit aches painfully, and my nipples are so hard they could cut glass.

His breathing picks up, and I can tell he’s close to reaching his release. But he pulls out of me forcefully, and I take the chance to suck in the air my lungs are screaming for.

He lets go of my hair, and I drop to the ground on all fours as I cough and sputter.

While taking in heaving breaths, I look up at him as he backs up, kicking his pants off and taking a seat on the couch.

He watches me with hooded eyes as he widens his legs, his hands rubbing his thighs, his cock standing proudly coated in my spit.

This is so fucked up, but I feel more alive than I ever have before. Even after all of that, I didn’t use my safe word... not yet. I don’t want to.

I want to keep going, seeing where this night will take me. What else will he make me do?

“Look at you.” He laughs. “You're a fucking mess, Kitten. Crying while covered in spit mixed with my pre-cum. Panting like a dog.” He licks his lips before his face goes blank. “Now crawl to me like the bitch in heat that you are.”

My pussy flutters, and I’m so damn ashamed of it. Licking my lips, I take another few breaths before I do as I’m told. Slowly, I crawl to him. The closer I get, the more I see the desire and raw need in his eyes. I feel powerful, free.

I stop when I get between his legs. He reaches down and brushes my tangled hair from my face. “Such a good girl.”

I do something that surprises both of us and nuzzle his cock, a euphoric feeling taking over me as I slip into a new headspace that I’ve never been in before.

He lets out a low groan, muttering something I can’t hear under his breath. I kiss up his shaft, and when I get to the top, I stick out my tongue, dragging it from the base all the way up. “Fucking hell,” he groans.

“Get in my lap!” he barks, making me jolt at the sudden command. I scramble to get to my feet and straddle his legs, my wet pussy sitting on his thighs. I have no doubt he can feel my slickness dripping onto them. “You want this?” he asks, fisting his cock and giving it a few firm tugs.

I nod, licking my lips, both afraid and desperate to be filled by him. “Words, slut,” he snaps. “Beg for it.”

I hesitate for a moment before speaking. “Please,” the word comes out as a broken crack, my throat raw from the beating it just took. “I want your cock. Need it. Let me ride you. Please?” I have no trouble making my words sound needy and wanting.

“Go on then,” he says, letting his cock go. It hits his belly with a wet slap. “Take it.”

Biting my lip, I reach for his cock and grasp it. He grunts when I decide to be a brat and squeeze it hard. He growls, and I know I’m going to pay for it. The idea has me aching.

Moving to get into the right position, I place the tip of his cock at my glistening entrance.

Slowly, I lower myself onto his length. I hiss as he stretches me. He’s the thickest I’ve ever had, and it feels like losing my damn virginity all over again.

Only I guess I’m not fast enough for him because when he’s about an inch in, he grabs my hips and shoves me down hard, making me take him to the hilt.

I let out a sob as pain splinters through my body. He doesn’t give me time to adjust as he starts to make me move, make me ride him.

I’m crying, my head hung, my eyes squeezing shut as I struggle to breathe through the pain. I’m almost ready to shout red, the pain so fucking bad.

“So pretty, so perfect. So fucking mine,” he says in a low voice, almost in awe of what he’s seeing, what he’s feeling. “Look, Sadie, look at us joined together. You were made for me.”

I force my eyes open and look down to where we’re connected. I watch as his cock thrusts in and out of me, coated in a mix of my juices and...fuck, is that blood?

I start to panic, my eyes flicking up to his. “Shhhh,” he soothes me, brushing the hair from my face, then wiping away my tears. “You're doing so good. Such a good girl.”

And then he reaches between my legs and finds my clit. “So fucking wet,” he groans, and I whimper as he presses his thumb against my swollen clit. “That’s it. Feels good, doesn’t it? You love being filled by my cock.”

It’s a slow growing heat that pools in my stomach as pleasure begins to replace the pain. My hips start to move on their own, and I moan, clenching at that feeling, needing more.

Once the pain is fully gone, I’m back to who I was just a few minutes ago. I move faster and faster, my orgasm building with every thrust of my hips, every circle of his thumb.

“Ride me, Kitten. Cum around my cock, cover it with your sweet release.”

He tangles his fingers in my hair and smashes his lips to mine. It’s messy, wild, and totally unhinged, just like the man underneath me.

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