Page 33 of Cruel King

Summer’s lips curve into a sultry smile as she lays back on the couch, her body a vision of pure temptation.

“Like what you see?” she teases.

“Fuck yes,” I growl, sitting and grabbing her hips to pull her onto my lap. She straddles me, her pussy pressing against my cock that is the hardest it’s ever been. My frustration has reached its boiling point, and the need for release is overwhelming.

“Show me how much,” Summer whispers, her breath hot against my ear.

With a primal groan, I flip her onto her back, my hands gripping her thighs as I position myself at her entrance. As I push into her, her walls clench tightly around me, and I let out a guttural moan. The sensation of being buried inside her is intoxicating, and I nearly lose myself in the pleasure it brings.

“Harder,” Summer demands, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her words fuel my desire, and I oblige, thrusting into her with raw intensity.

“Is this what you want?” I pant, my voice strained as I pound into her relentlessly.

“More,” she gasps, her legs wrapping around my waist to pull me deeper inside her.

As our bodies collide, Ciarán watches us intently. His hand lazily stroking his own cock, his eyes filled with lust as he takes in the erotic scene unfolding before him.

“Fuck, Summer, fuck you feel so good.” Leaning down to capture her lips in a heated, passionate exchange, our tongues tangle together, fighting for dominance as our bodies move in perfect sync.

The raw intensity from earlier has gradually shifted into something deeper, a connection that goes beyond physical pleasure.

“Look at me,” Summer whispers, her voice strained with desire. I lock eyes with her, seeing the fire within them as we share this intimate moment. It’s as if we’re baring our souls to one another, all our vulnerabilities exposed.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Ciarán comments. “It’s like watching myself fuck her.”

Snickering, I’m grateful for the comedic relief and increase the intensity of my thrusts. I fuck her like I’ve never fucked anyone before and it’s satisfying to see the pleasure on her face, the moans spilling from her lips.

“Come for me, Thal,” Summer whispers, her voice laced with urgency.

Rearing back, I grip her thighs and slam into her with renewed intensity. Almost instantly, my body tenses and the orgasm rips through me, my cock pulsing as I fill her with cum. Summer’s pussy clenches around my cock as she moans my name, her hips bucking reflexively.

“Now that you’re finally fucking me…now that I’m finally feeling you come inside me, I’m not sure I want you to stop. I need you so much, Thal. Both of you.” She reaches out to grasp Ciarán’s hand, and he takes it, kissing it and lacing their fingers together. “I can’t wait to take you both at the same time.”

“Fuck, Tinks. I’m ready to go right now.”

Laughing softly, I pull out of her. “I need a fucking minute.”

“A minute is all you get, and then it’s time to call it.”

“Call what?”

“Ass or pussy? I’m easy either way.”

Summer moans, her excitement echoing around the room as the image of us both fucking her fills her mind. “Pussy,” I murmur, stroking her pretty, perfect cunt before I thrust my fingers deep inside her, watching her throw her head back. Pressing down on her clit with my thumb, I rotate it gently and she writhes on the leather, sticky and sweet. “God, you’re beautiful.”

She gasps, climaxing fiercely around my fingers, and I groan with need. Now that she has unlocked the gates, my desire for her has been unleashed and I won’t ever stop wanting her impaled on my cock.

Finding the courage inside me to pleasure her with my tongue, I shove her legs wide apart and fall between them, flicking her clit until she cries out for more. Her pleasure is my weakness.

I’ve been fighting against this fire that burns inside me for her, trying to deny it, but the more I try to put it out, the more I ignite it. She is addictive. Her taste and scent drive me to the brink of insanity. I’m captivated; I don’t fight it, because I don’t want to. I’ve never wanted anything more than I want her. I’ve fallen deep and the tiny part of me that doubts this is real fights for survival under the burning brightness of the obsession I feel for her. It’s real. Fucking real, and I won’t ever let her go, even if she wants to run, she is mine. Lifting my head from her pussy, I reach for my pants, pulling out the knife still lodged in the back pocket. Her eyes widen in fear, but Ciarán has marked her. Now it’s my turn.

“Turn over,” I growl.

She hesitates, long enough for me to grab her hips and flip her over so she is face down on the couch.

Ciarán steps up, holding her shoulders as I draw the tip of the blade gently over the exquisite skin. “Next to mine,” he murmurs.

With a nod, I focus on carving my name down her back, alongside my brother’s, making sure she can never escape me.

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