Page 114 of Long Live the King


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Twice.

Three times in quick succession.

A tortured cry falls from my lips.

He flips me and bends me over the sink. I’m facing a mirror and I watch him watch me. His pupils are blown with lust and dominant ownership as he strokes my ass.

I watch my mouth drop open as his hands part my cheeks and his finger runs up and down my crack.

“And this,” He says, dipping his middle finger in my pussy before trailing it up to my back hole. My eyes widen and flick up to meet his in the reflection to say something — what, I don’t know — when he pushes his finger in to the hilt.

My palm shoots up to hold myself against the mirror as a noisy moan leaves my lips. “This is for thinking there’s a world in which you’ll ever fuck somebody else.” He whispers darkly above me, his gaze fixated on my face as he takes in my every micro reaction to his intrusion.

He starts moving his finger in and out, his pace getting steadily faster. “No one else touches you. No one sees you like this.”

My eyes roll into the back of my head at the pleasure and pain of his exploration. I push my hips back to meet the thrusts of his finger, my mouth opening on a silent scream.

Faster than I can make sense of it, I’m back on the cusp of the orgasm that escaped me earlier. I’m panting, chanting his name, gripping the sink for support

“That’s right baby, say my name. I’m the one fucking you. The only one.” He says, his voice strained. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never forget it again.”

Grasping my waist he pulls out his finger and yanks my ass up to meet his hips. The rip of his zipper is the only warning I have before he thrusts his cock into my pussy.

“Fuck.” I choke out.

He’s fucking me raw.

“I love it when you curse. Your pretty mouth is so filthy when I fuck you.”

He wraps his hand around my middle and yanks me up against his chest, moving his hand to grab my jaw and turn my face towards him.

“You take it so good baby. You’re so tight around me, squeezing my cock like you’re mad at it.”

His mouth comes down on mine in a violent kiss. Our teeths clash and our tongues war as we battle each other.

He shunts into me roughly.

Slow, measured, powerful thrusts that are meant to punish. They’re threatening to send me over the edge.

He keeps kissing and fucking me as his finger finds my back hole again and pushes in. He swallows my incoherent moans in his mouth. It’s a tight fit and he’s pushing my limits.

“If you ever talk about fucking another man again I’ll fuck your tight ass and tattoo my name on it so you never forget who you fucking belong to.”

His right hand comes around to play with my clit and the combination of his hand, his dirty words, and his thrusts push me over the edge. I come with a tortured scream as I break apart around him.

“Dirty girl. You like the idea of me fucking your ass?”

I clamp down on his cock. He grunts and keeps pumping into me and strumming my clit as I ride out the waves of my orgasm. Finally, he comes with a roar, his hips thundering into me before he stills and empties himself inside me. Warmth floods my belly as his cum fills me.

He pulls out and crouches between my legs. I’m draped over the sink and too exhausted to be self-conscious.

He collects the cum that’s leaked out with two fingers and fucks it back into my pussy. His other hand caresses my back as he fingers me lazily.

“You’re going to take every drop of my cum.”

I’m not this girl. I’m a mostly quiet Midwesterner whose definition of ‘adventurous’ is getting yelled at by the staff at the Weiner Circle. Not someone who lets a guy she’s known less than a month finger her ass and fuck her in a European club bathroom. Rogue unlocks this version of me that craves risk and adrenaline.

I want to live on the edge with him.

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