I close my eyes and see heaven. Feel it in every part of my being.
Richard’s fingers press on my clit as his cock fills me. Then he’s pulling out and dragging me around to the back of the sofa. He leans me over it and squats down behind me. As his fingers enter my pussy, he eats my ass. I cry out as another orgasm builds on top of the other. I try to squeeze my thighs shut, but henudges them back open. Jace leans forwards, his hands on the sofa, and sucks on my titties.
I can’t see. Can’t think. Can’t do anything other than exist in this helish heaven that is tearing apart every atom of my soul.
My weight fully on the sofa, I close my eyes, but sleep won’t take me. I’m too buzzed. Too drunk on these feelings of intense ecstasy.
He forces another orgasm from me. As I’m spasming on the back of the sofa, Jace jerks himself off. His tongue slides up to my neck, then back down again. My king pulls me away from him. I nearly fall over, unable to hold myself up. As he scoops me into his arms, my head cradled against his chest, I sigh dreamily. But if I thought he’d let me sleep, I’m sorely mistaken.
Walking over to the sofa, he sits down with me on his lap. My back is to him. His cock is in me, and as Jace stands in front of us, he strokes himself to completion. He comes in my dirty bra.
I’m too exhausted to come again.
But my body is a traitor, and my king knows it all too well. As the fifth orgasm rolls through me, I start to regret begging him to take off the belt. I can’t handle another two more. I feel as if my entire body is falling away, my soul now untethered to float up to the ceiling. The stars. The heavens above.
No mortal was built to endure this much pleasure.
“I can’t,” I rasp as Richard continues to stroke himself inside me.
“You can,” he murmurs. “Show me how good of a girl you are. Just two more, my queen. You can take it.”
I tremble as he fucks me.
“You’re doing so well.” His praise does things to my brain that should be illegal. “You took your punishment like a good little slut. So perfect. So good to me. How many times did you let me come on your beautiful body?”
I can’t answer. Can’t think enough to count.
“Did you like Jace and Deirdre seeing how many times I marked your body as mine?”
I nod – or rather, my head lolls uncontrollably, even my neck muscles are bloodydoneat this point.But it’s still a yes.
“I’ll tell you what,” he says, his breath whispering across my skin. “You come one more time for me, and I’ll let Jace lick your pussy as you continue to ride my cock.”
My eyes widen.
Jace mutters a desperate curse.
“Because a good girl deserves to be rewarded, and you’re my beautiful good girl, aren’t you?”
I swallow, then nod.
“Then just come one more time for me, my queen. One more time, and Jace can kneel between your legs while I’m inside you.”
I try to rock my hips, but my legs areruined. My body is wrecked. I look back at my king, pleading with him to help me, and he kisses me long and slow as his cock slides into me at the same pace. Hard and deep and sensually slow, like he has all the time in the world and wants to spend every second of it enjoying me.
He murmurs against my lips, soft praise that leaves me trembling. As Jace jerks himself off in front of me, I keep my eyes on my king.
With a shuddering cry, I come again, lulled to an edge this time instead of thrown over it. My breaths coming in hard pants, I try not to pass out before I get my reward.
“That’s a good girl,” Richard says, his lips rubbing against mine as I sag against him. “Jace.”
His friend drops to his knees in front of us. My king pulls my legs further apart. My head lolling around, too heavy to hold, I watch with hooded eyes as Jace licks his way up my thigh. The smell of sex hugs the room, but there’s a sharp tang of blood too.Jace’s knife moves over and over, shallow cuts now rather than the deep gashes he gave himself with Dierdre.
He hesitates right in front of my pussy, his lips hovering, his hot breath touching me like I wish he would. My hips lift with need. Richard kisses my shoulder as he watches over me.
And still Jace hovers.
Until my king fists his hair and pulls him that last bit of distance.
