Page 22 of Cold-Hearted King


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“Oh, God. Oh. My. God.” As my muscles tried to expand, I was pushed into pure euphoria, unable to think clearly. I wiggled in his hold, scratching my nails down his back before I realized what I was doing.

“You’re so fucking tight. And hot. And wet.”

“Isn’t that how I’m supposed to be?” I lolled my head to the side, my heart thudding rapidly.

“Oh, yeah, baby.” He pulled almost all the way out, driving into me again, the force slamming me against the wall. The picture on the wall shifted, several items on the dresser falling to the floor and we both laughed.

The hard clenching and releasing of my muscles as they spasmed from his wide girth almost drove me into a climax. The rush of energy and electricity seared my skin much like his touches had before.

My mystery lover jerked one arm over my head then the other, easily wrapping the long fingers of one hand around both wrists. I struggled in vain, purring and undulating but he was so strong I couldn’t move.

Not that I really wanted to.

As he developed a rhythm, once again rolling onto the balls of his feet, he locked eyes with mine. The slight curl of his lips, the stern expression on his face screamed that he was used to being in charge. It wouldn’t have mattered what I’d said or if I’d attempted to deny his demands. He would have taken what he’d wanted.

That should bother me but as with the few sexy novels I’d read, there was nothing like an alpha bad boy taking charge, refusing to be denied. That was every girl’s fantasy. Wasn’t it? Or was it just me?

He remained tense, but his smile grew wider, his eyes twinkling as if he knew something I didn’t. When he shifted the angle, driving so deep inside I could no longer breathe, I was immediately tossed into a mind-blowing orgasm. Every muscle in my body tingled, every cell on fire. I opened my mouth in a silent scream from the air being sucked completely out of me.

Lights in vibrant colors danced behind my eyes, the powerful moment catching me off guard. I was lost in the sweet release, laughing softly from just how explosive the sensations were.

He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck, pressing wet kisses against my skin, his hot breath skipping across my pulse of life. When he dragged his tongue up and down, finally nipping my earlobe, I couldn’t seem to stop quivering.

“I could lick your body for hours, feast on your sweet pussy for days, and fuck your tight hole for weeks. Would you like that, Big Red? Would you like to become my dirty little plaything? Mine to use and discipline, fuck and own?”

His words would normally piss me off but they only added to the intoxicating moment. “Yes.” The word came so naturally, as if I’d been waiting my entire life to hear them. As soon as I started to come down from the incredible high, he slid his other arm around my waist, turning abruptly.

After taking two long strides, he tossed me into the center of the bed and given my competitive nature, I immediately tried to crawl to the other side.

He snapped his hand around my ankle, jerking me back and cracking his palm against my bottom. “Where do you think you’re going, Red? Nowhere until I allow it.”

The hard smack on my aching bottom was followed by another before he nudged my legs wide open, not wasting any time crawling behind me on the bed. Now on my hands and knees, I tossed my head over my shoulder, dragging my tongue across my bottom lip as I stared at him. His cock was throbbing and so purple that I was thirsty all over again. There was nothing like having his thick shaft in my mouth, deep throating him like a good girl.

Whew. My mind was completely in the gutter, something new and different.

He fisted my hair, yanking it back as if tugging on a horse’s rein, using his other hand to drive his cock back into my tight channel. The angle was just different enough I moaned in ecstasy, seeing the stars and flashing colors of light all over again.

The sinful moment continued, City Slicker driving in and out in a perfect rhythm. Only seconds later, I realized I was bucking hard against him, arching my back as he kept his firm hold. My breasts ached, the force he used adding to the heightened level of sensitivity. I yelped the second he cracked his hand against my bottom three more times.

“That hurt.”

“Exactly. Just like it should.” He laughed after issuing the words, fucking me even more brutally than before.

I had no idea how long the man kept going but his stamina was incredible. When he gripped my bottom, rolling his fingers down the crack of my ass, I tensed, once again looking over my shoulder.

He had a mischievous look on his face before sliding his thumb into his mouth, sucking on it like the thick digit was a lollypop. What in God’s name was he doing?

Just then it dawned on me. He was going to shove it into my asshole. Oh, dear God. I panted, trying to scramble away but it was no use. I was his for the taking, every hole included. My thought was confirmed seconds later as he shoved his thumb into my dark hole, pumping in perfect rhythm to the way he was fucking me.

I found it strangely erotic, something no man had ever dared attempt with me before. Within seconds, I realized I enjoyed the filthy invasion, bucking as I’d done before. My grip on the comforter was firm, yanking at the cheap cloth for support.

Within seconds, another orgasm swept through me. I tossed my head back, the scream loud and proud this time. I was thrown by just how amazing it felt, the combination delicious in its dirtiness.

“That’s it. Come for me, Big Red.” He tugged on my hair again, twisting it until he could see my expression. I was lost in the wave to the point where nothing else mattered but the joyful bliss.

He didn’t stop, picking up his pace until I sensed he knew I was coming down from the rafters.

“Now, I’m going to claim that dark hole of yours.” He was so matter of fact about his statement that I was taken aback. But there was no time to say anything before he pressed the tip to my dark hole.

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