Page 100 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“No? My fairy slut wants them somewhere else?”

He withdrew his fingers.

“Tell me where.”

Ever since he’d said it in his office at Desecration, I’d wanted it. There was a dark part of me craving the way he stretched me wide open for him.

“In my pussy,” I whispered. “You said you’d make me ride you and take them at the same time. I want it… please.”

If I thought Zayn’s intense expression couldn’t undo me further, I was mistaken. The sheer need and desire in it had me trembling.

“I need you to be sure. It will hurt. I can’t avoid that.” He ran his spit covered finger over my lip. “Do you have lube? I’m not doing it without that.”

I was prepared for it to hurt as I got used to it. As my body stretched to allow his fingers and cock inside me at the same time.

“In my drawer. And I am sure. I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.”

I’d had our fingers inside me together while he fucked me in the arse. I was pretty sure I could take this too. Iwouldtake this. I wanted it.

Thirty Three

Arianna

Zayn pulled me off him so he could strip off the rest of his clothes and sit up against my headboard. I watched him grab the lube from my drawer and set it on the bed next to him.

“Come here.”

I crawled up his body and straddled his lap, sitting back down on his cock. He circled my hips with both his big hands, making me rock on him. The tips of my nipples brushed against his chest with each movement.

“We’re going to take it slow and if you need to stop, we stop. There is no shame in it hurting too much or if you don’t enjoy it, okay?”

“I know. I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

The fact he worried about me this much only made me want it more. I might be his little pet, but he wanted to make sure I was comfortable. Damn this man and his considerate nature. At least with me.

He pressed a kiss to my lips, then he stuck his finger in my mouth, making me coat it with my spit.

“Stroke your clit for me, Tink. Focus on the pleasure.”

I shifted back slightly, putting some room between our chests. One of my hands rested on his shoulder while the other dipped between us. He watched me stroke myself as I fucked him. Then he popped the cap of the lube, coating his fingers in it. He slid them between us, stroking the first one along my entrance, where his cock slipped in and out of me. I kept breathing as he pressed it inside me. The stretch made me bite my lip.

“That’s it, what a good girl you are, taking my cock and my finger.”

His encouragement fuelled me. It made me want to be good for him. To take what he was giving me. I kept my pace steady to get used to the feeling, the sensations. Being filled by him every way I could be was my goal.

“More, daddy, please.”

He withdrew his finger only to press two next to his cock. I couldn’t prevent a cry from leaving my lips, even as I kept fucking him. The need to feel him this way overrode my body’s reaction to the stretch and pinch of pain.

“Such a good little fairy. You’re doing so well. That’s it, keep fucking daddy. Keep riding my cock.”

Zayn’s mouth was going to kill me one day. It was a turn on, especially with his deep voice telling me such dirty things.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

“Do you like that, Tink? Do you want me to fuck you with them?”

I nodded, my nails digging into his shoulder.

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