Shattered King(79)

That caused another delicious shiver. I’d wanted to suck that beautiful cock for the last couple of weeks.

“You like that idea, do you?”

“Yes.” I reached down, grazing his rock-hard abs, searching for my prize. He was hot and incredibly hard. My mouth watered for a taste of him. I wrapped my fingers around his silky length and squeezed, sliding my fist down to the root and back, wringing a groan from him.

“You used to like it when I fucked your mouth, when I fisted your hair and pushed my cock nice and deep.”

“Yes,” I spread my legs wider, giving him better access. He took advantage and pushed deeper. I was close to coming, extremely close.

“I can hear how much you want it, how wet you are every time I push my fingers inside you.” He thrust his hips forward, forcing me to tighten my grip around his cock. “Fuck, you’re desperate for it. Desperate to come, desperate for my cock.”

“Y-yes.” I undulated my hips, the wet sounds he’d pointed out all I could hear, mingled with our panted breaths. And those sounds just turned me on more. “Please.”

He curled his fingers inside and moved faster, keeping his thrusts deep, not pulling all the way out like he had been. It was perfect. I dug my fingers into his shoulder, moving my hips desperately, but he held me still, controlled my movements. Only allowing me to take what he chose to give me.

“Is this okay?” he rasped. “Me holding you like this?”

I used to love it, loved Hunter dominating me this way. I used to beg for it. I realized, stunned, that I still loved it. I didn’t feel panic rising, or fear, because this was different, and my brain—my heart—knew it. This was Hunter. “Yes,” I said on a gasp.

Then I opened my mouth and screamed a second later, coming hard around his thrusting fingers.

I’d barely recovered when I was lifted out of bed. Hunter stood me in front of him. He pulled off the shirt I was wearing, then sat on the edge, heavy thighs splayed, thick cock jutting from his body. My skin felt tight, hot. It should be impossible, but I was still so turned on. As desperate as he said I was.

“Knees, Lulu.” He wrapped his fist around his cock and started stroking.

I did what he asked, instantly. Right then, I’d never wanted anything more. His fingers were still fisting his length, so I leaned in and swiped my tongue across the broad head. He let go, resting his hands behind him on the mattress, looking down his body at me. He was too big for me to take all of him, so I wrapped my fingers around the wide base and jacked that perfect dick while I opened my lips around the fat head and sucked him in as deep as I could. No teasing, no drawing it out. I wanted what he said, all of it.

One of his hands pulled my hair away from my face, fisting it at the back of my head so he could control my movements, so he could watch my mouth as I sucked him.

He hissed. “So fucking good.”

I devoured him like he was my last meal. I fucked him with my mouth until my jaw ached, sucking hard, using my tongue against the underside on every down stroke. His thigh muscles bunched and flexed under my hand when I increased my speed, pre-come leaking constantly into my mouth now. He was close. I wanted to make him come like this, wanted to swallow every drop, but he pulled me back suddenly.

Chest heaving, he stood, pulling me to my feet and backed me against the wall. His eyes locked on mine, silently asking if I was still with him, if this was okay. I nodded.

His mouth crashed down on mine, tongue delving deep, demanding my submission. I fully trusted him with my body, knew he’d never do anything I didn’t like. That all I had to do was say the word and he’d stop. So, I gave it to him freely. I wanted whatever he wanted to give me. My thighs were slick with the proof of how much.

He broke the kiss, held my gaze. “You okay on your hands and knees? I wanna fuck you from behind.”

Said knees went a little wobbly. “Yes.”

“On the bed, knees at the edge.”

I raced to do what he asked, crawling onto the mattress.

“Spread wider, show me how wet you are.”

My knees shimmied farther apart, giving him what he wanted.

“Fuck.” He moved up behind me and my heart pounded harder, not with panic, but anticipation. “I want to taste you so bad, but that mouth got me so close to the edge, I can’t hold out that long.” His hands came down on my ass, squeezing. “All I can think about is sliding my cock inside that tight little pussy.”

His dirty words had every nerve ending in my body igniting, the ache between my legs intensifying until the emptiness there was painful. “God, now, please.”

One hand came down on my shoulder, the other, my hip. “You good, Lulu?”