Page 51 of Tantalizing Kings

“No,” I lie. Because I know for a fact, I’m going to be pretending the dildo he picks up from the bed is his dick.

“Not bad choices,” Preston muses. “But the size.”

“What about it?” I ask, brows furrowed.

“It’s kind of small, don’t you think?” He raises a brow. “If this is what you’ve been using inside that tight little cunt of yours, then I’m not sure you're going to be able to take any of us without some prep and training.”

My belly swoops as I look at the dildo. It’s seven inches, that’s what the box says. It has a good girth too. The one I have at home always gave me a good stretch. And he’s telling me he’s... bigger? Maybe this wasn’t a good idea. I don’t want to die this young. What's my headstone going to say,Death by massive cocks? Split in two and didn’t see it coming.

I snort out a laugh at my own inner monologue. My eyes widen, and I slap a hand over my mouth as Preston looks at me with a curious look.

I clear my throat. “It’s bigger than what I’m used to.”

Grayson barks out a laugh. “I knew that fucker has a shrimp dick.”

He did. He really did.

I snatch the box from Preston. “This is fine for now. I’m sure if you know what you're doing, you will work my body into a puddle of goo, so I can take your big, fat cocks easily.” I smirk.

His eyes darken. “Maybe with Grayson or Declan. But not with me. I like it rough, I like it to fucking hurt. It’s why I’m going to be the last one to claim your sinful body. You're not ready for me. And you may never be.”

My lips part as my breaths come out in little pants. I’m finding out more and more things about myself every time I’m around them; like the idea of Preston savagely fucking me is a turn on.

He is right, though. I’m nowhere near ready for that.

He picks up the next thing. A little bullet vibrator and turns it on. The buzzing fills the air. “So you fuck yourself with that,” he says, pointing to the box. “Then press this to your clit?”

I swallow hard. “Yes.”

He gives me a slow smirk as he brings the vibrator down. My body freezes as he slides his hand down my bottoms, bringing the bullet over my clit.

I gasp, my body locking up as I drop the box on the bed, my hands shooting out to grab onto his arms as the surprise of the vibration against my clit makes my knees buckle. His arm wraps around my waist, holding me up. “Like this?” he rumbles in my ear.

I’m too distracted to answer, my body going haywire. I’m not used to this much stimulation. I always move it away when it becomes too much. But I’m not the one controlling it, Preston is. And he has a firm grip on its placement. I try to get away from the intensity of the pleasure, but my feet won’t work. “Give in, Kitty Cat. Show me how this makes you cum.”

“P-please,” I whimper. Not sure if I’m asking him to stop or asking him to make me cum.

“Preston,” Grayson growls.

My eyes roll back as my orgasm hits. I cum hard, letting out a strangled cry. “There we go,” Preston purrs, moving the bullet from my clit. I suck in lungfuls of air as I struggle to breathe. “You sure do sound pretty when you cum. I can’t wait to hear what you sound like when you're on your knees like a good little whore, gagging on my cock.”

My pussy flutters around nothing, his words an aftershock to my system.

Holy shit. I’ve never come like that before. And we haven’t even gotten started. They’re going to kill me. But fuck, if it feels that good, maybe it’s worth dying for.

Now, now, Sadie, orgasms aren’t worth dying for.Maybe...

“What the fuck, Preston?” Grayson pulls me away from Preston, spinning me around and cupping my face. “Are you okay?”

“Good. I’m good.” I blink up at him, my mind a little fuzzy.

He shoots a glare at Preston. “So much for taking things slow and easing her into it. If you're not going to play by your own rules, then fuck you.” Grayson scoops me up and lays me down on the bed. “Not gonna lie, Pretty Girl. I almost came in my pants listening to you shatter in his arms.”

I give him a dopey grin. “That was intense.”

“I bet it was. But how about you take control this time.” Grayson hands me the toy and lube. I shake my head at the bullet.

“Too sensitive,” I tell him.

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