Page 48 of Lethal King

Her swaying hips stop dancing and start battering back down onto my cock. Every savage thrust is filled with infinite hate and endless desire.

The warmth of her cunt, the heat of her breath, and the cool danger of her sharp blade pressing against my throat makes me tense up.

The explosion starts somewhere deep in my core; all of this time, it’s been building, lifting and falling like growing waves against a jagged cliff. But suddenly, the cliff crumbles, and the waves are unleashed.

“I’m going to cum,” I growl.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Rozalia hisses. Digging her nails into the back of my skull, she tries to keep me in place. “Not before I do again.”

“Again? You selfish bitch, you’ve already cum?”

“Shut up,” she rasps. Steadying herself against me, she stops pounding her hips up and down and starts to thrust back and forth, bending my cock in a way that brings me even closer to the edge.

But for some reason, I try to hold out.

It doesn’t take long before Rozalia’s whimper-filled breathing crescendos. Her limbs tremble. Her tight cunt clenches around my thick cock.

She holds me there for a moment, then just like that, she goes limp.

“Fine. Now you can cum,” she sighs, her entire body slouching.

At that, she lifts her hips in an attempt to escape my cock. But I don’t let her go. Digging my fingers deep into her tit and ass, I haul her back down.

“You aren’t going anywhere,” I tell her. “Not until I’m done with you.”

“You’ll be fucking done, alright,” she hisses, pressing the blade deeper into my throat… but not before turning it around, so I’m only choked by the dull side.

She doesn’t want me to stop.

Rozalia Dorn wants me to fill her up, and I refuse to let her leave without a limp and a mark. She may have gotten the jump on me, but I’ll fucking explode in her.

She’ll be washing my cum out of her guts for the next week.

“Stay still,” I demand.

Ignoring her blade, I unhand her tit and her ass, and instead wrap my arms around her tiny back. With an urgent desperation, I cage her against my body and start to thrash upwards.

There’s no control in my movements. No grace. No calculation. My mind goes blank with a primal lust as I savagely search for the relief I’ve been starved of.

I find it deep in Rozalia’s cunt.

Like a matchstick to a fire, her guts set me off. My throbbing cock erupts, and several months' worth of cum rockets into her cunt.

“Holy fucking hell,” I shout into her chest, my words muffled by her heaving breasts.

I don’t stop pounding her until there isn’t a drop left in me. By the time I’m done, there’s more cum in her than there is left in me.

“Shit…”

For a moment, neither of us move. We don’t dare speak. The only sound is the heavy panting of two exhausted animals. It echoes around this damp, dark room like a hypnotic beat.

Then, I hear Rozalia mumble something I can’t quite make out. With one last hard push against my throat, she tries to climb off me.

I don’t let her.

“Un-fucking-believable,” she hisses, turning her blade back around so I can feel the sharp side again.

But her disgust only affords me a moment of clarity.