Page 19 of Prince of Wrath

“Fuck me or get out.” She tightened her thighs around me, attempting to lift from my hold.

“You’re wearing too many layers to be using such a stern voice.” My eyes ate up the sight of her lace bralette.

I flicked my gaze back up to find a challenge there. Did I dare strip her bare and chance her changing her mind, or would she give over all control?

No.

I needed to remind her how it felt to be fucked by the one being who knew her body inside and out.

I lined up the head of my cock to her wet heat and slammed home. The air in my lungs shot from my throat in a grateful moan shaped like her name.

My Sloane.

Mine.

“Oh fuck,” she gritted through clenched teeth.

I thrust deeper, pounding her lower back against the wall. “Tell me that you missed this.”

Another blow of my hips, chorused by a curse from her lips. She was close. I could feel it. “Tell me that you’re only whole when I’m inside of you.”

“No!” she screamed as my pace picked up. “God!”

“He made you for me, Sloane. This pussy was made for me.”

She clawed into my shoulder, holding on any way she could.

“That’s why it feels so good when I’m inside of you. Why you need me to fuck you like this.”

Her head fell to the nape of my neck and her teeth found a spot to tear into. I groaned. My balls tightened, and my lower stomach curled with my mounting orgasm.

“Tell me who owns this pussy, spitfire. Who do you think about when you touch yourself at night?”

She shook her head, holding back the sounds of her pleasure.

“Say it,” I grunted.

I wrapped an arm around her back, forcing her clit to grind against me as I delivered round after round of brutal thrusts.

“Come for me, little flame. You’re so close.”

She refused, biting hard until I could feel my flesh being pierced.

I cursed. Not from pain but from frustration. Her stubbornness and tight pussy were too much.

Pulling out of her completely, I forced her to her knees. Her eyes tracked up my body slowly, holding all the defiance she let meld with her desire.

“Open.” I pumped my cock with my hand.

Her gaze was intent on mine as her lips parted and I forced my way inside. The head of my cock hit the back of her throat. The dark eyeliner around her blue irises started to run from the tears collecting on her lashes.

“You’re so fucking beautiful with your mouth full.”

I fisted her hair and held her in place, pulsing my hips. Her hands came up to my thighs, but only to dig her nails into the flesh, not stop me from stuffing my cock down her throat again and again until my muscles tensed and I saw stars. The waves of my orgasm rushed from my spine to my limbs as her tongue, jaw, and lips worked me through it.

I braced myself on the wall behind her. She sucked softly until the spasms ceased and every drop was swallowed.

She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, especially when she was on her knees and looking at me like she wanted to stab me with a very dull knife. The frustration on her face brought a smile to mine. I took a handful of her shirt and pulled her to her feet.