Page 101 of Tyrant (The Villetti Chronicles)

“Please.”

With each stroke of his cock inside me, his fingers moved too. It was such a new feeling, but a good one. I liked the pressure, the intense way he filled me. Zayn had introduced me to something I couldn’t get enough of. It’s not as if we never had tame sex where he fucked me into the mattress and made me cry out his name without any extras. I loved that too. I loved everything he did to me.

“Yes, fuck, it feels so good.”

He licked his lip, keeping a tight hold of my hip to guide me.

“Mmm, I bet it does. Your little pussy is getting all stretched out. Such a beautiful sight.”

I moaned at his words. This was enough. I didn’t think I could take more right now. He didn’t let up, kept pushing his fingers into me as I rode his cock. Leaning closer, I caught his mouth with mine, kissing him for all I was worth.

Having him with me now made the past three days feel worth the agony of being without him. Even so, a part of me knew I’d have to wait longer before he could bring me back home with him.

My hand left his shoulder, sliding over his jaw and stroking across the stubble there. I released his lips and instead leant my forehead against his.

“How long can you stay?”

“Long enough for us to talk after this.”

I nodded before rubbing my face against his. He let go of my hip to cup my face, cradling it with his palm.

“What’s wrong, little fairy?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

I closed my eyes for a moment. I’d wanted to stay in the moment with him, but there was something I needed to say first. Opening my eyes, I looked right into his.

“I hate that I wasn’t looking at you when I… when I told you how I feel. And I hate that he was there.”

He didn’t blink.

“You’re looking at me now.”

“But it’s not the first time—”

His hand tightened on my face.

“I don’t care. First times or first moments or what-the-fuck-ever moments are what we make of them. If you want to tell me something, you say it. You’re my fearless, blunt little fairy. You want me to remember this as the first time, then make it your fucking moment. Make it count.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, letting his words sink in. He was right. I’d said those words in the moment because I needed to. Now, I could make it mean something more.

“Give me another finger, daddy.”

The way his eyes searched mine had my heart pounding louder in my ears. Whatever he saw there had him slipping his fingers from my pussy. He let go of my face to apply more lube to them. Then he was carefully sliding three into me alongside his cock. The stretch was almost too much, but I took it even as my body started to sweat with the strain. It hurt, but I wanted the pain.

“More, give me them all.”

A flash of concern flitted across his features, but he didn’t say a word. No, he did as I asked, sliding the three out to replace them with all four. A loud yelp followed by a groan left my lips. I went still, unable to keep fucking him.

“Fuck. Fuck.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“No. No. I need a moment… just a moment.”

Closing my eyes, I breathed through it. My fingers on my clit helped. I focused on them rather than the stretch. I wrapped my other hand around his shoulder, digging my nails into his flesh. Then I moved again, rocking on his cock and his fingers.

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