Page 31 of Her Brutal King


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Sammy’s gaze drops and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “Stroke yourself.”

“Come spit on it, then.”

She takes a step forward. Then another. She moves to drop to her knees, but I stop her. I grab her chin and pull her face toward mine. When her mouth parts to ask me what I’m doing, I pull her toward me until our faces are less than an inch apart. I spit in her mouth, and she rears back, about to protest. When I shove her toward the ground, she just lets out a sigh.

I groan as a delicate hand wraps around my cock. Warm saliva dribbles down her chin and onto the shaft. She leans back on her heels and peers up at me through those thick lashes. I grin when she juts out her bottom lip to give me that sweet puppy-dog look. She gave me what I wanted. Now it’s my turn and I better pay up.

I fist the hard length and move with the lubrication of our combined spit. I toss my head back, the friction of my movements easing some of the throbbing ache I have to be inside of her. “Grab the condom.” I nod toward the foiled packet on the counter.

She reaches up, moves her hand around a bit to find it, then tears it open. Her hand replaces mine as she rolls on the condom. Her tongue darts out with concentration, and I force away the need to bury myself inside of her. I promised myself I’d take this slow. She deserves the time spent while I worship every inch of her, know every single detail of her body, and bring her so much pleasure so that come Monday, when we’re no longer together, she’ll crave me.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to let her go then. Fuck, I don’t think I will be able to give her up. She stands before I need to tell her. “Where?” she asks, glancing around. “I’m old, Dec. I don’t want to do this on the hard floor again. My knees still hurt from earlier.”

“Shut up, you’re not old.”

Her lips form a tight scowl. “I could have been your babysitter when you were in diapers.”

“Fine. The couch.” I extend a hand to help her up.

She takes it, a soft groan escaping. “Did you hear that?”

“What? Your griping? Loud and clear.”

“No. The clicking of my broken-ass knee.”

I shake my head. “How am I supposed to hear anything over the heavy sound of you complaining?”

She shoves my chest. It’s barely strong enough to hurt, let alone make me budge. Still, I’ll make her pay for it. With one swipe, I grab her waist and toss her over my shoulder. Her shriek turns into a laugh as I carry her toward the couch in the center of the sitting area. I toss her onto the couch, her tits bouncing with the force.

I drop to my knees before her and settle on the ground between her spread thighs. “You’re so fucking sexy like this,” I say, sliding three fingers into her tight heat. “Soaked for me, with your perfect tits aching to be touched.” I swoop my head to take one in my mouth.

“Yes,” she says when my teeth graze the hardened bud. “Oh, fuck, that’s so good.”

She clutches my forearm with both hands, just the way she did earlier in the car. She clings to me as if she’s begging me not to let her go. I take my time teasing each breast, alternating between sucking, biting, pinching. Every sound that leaves her is like a direct line to my cock. It only makes me harder and more desperate for her.

“God, just fuck me already,” she whines when I bite down on her chin.

“God is not here. The only thing you’ll be worshipping tonight is my cock,” I say. I line the head up with her entrance-just the tip, then pull away to smack her swollen clit with my dick.

Sammy lets out a throaty sound, her ass lifting from the couch. “I feel so empty.”

“Yeah?” I rub myself against her clit over and over. “Need me to fill you, baby?”

She nods, her head lolling back. “Yes.”

Finally, I slide into the warmth of her. I can’t help the growl that escapes. “Oh, fucking Christ, Samira.” I slide in another inch. “You’re so damn tight.” Almosttootight. I’m not going to last much longer, even with the head she gave me.

I slide in deeper while I stroke her sensitized clit. She loosens until I slide fully inside. “That’s it. Fuck, you take me so well.”

“I do.” She nods. “Because I’m so dirty for you.”

My cock twitches inside of her at the sound of her words. “Are you my filthy girl?”

She tightens around me. “Yes.”

“Yeah, you are. You’re taking my cock like the little slut you’re made to be.”

“Oh my God,” she cries out as I slam into her.

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