“I’m sorry,” he grunted, sounding in pain himself. “I know it hurts, princess.”
“I’m fine.” I gasped as I moved experimentally, a low growl breaking from his lips. “Holy shit, King, you are huge.”
King kissed my face gently but held himself still and buried inside of me, attempting to let me adjust despite the tension and need I could feel in his frame. My body began to tremble as my need ramped up. His voice was like rocks against my skin. “That isn’t helping me stay still, princess.”
“Move,” I demanded softly, my hands slipping into his hair.
His movement was slow as he pulled back and then slid back in but deeper, causing my eyes to flutter shut and my back to arch off the couch. I cried out his name as his pace picked up, deeper and harder each time, until I could no longer feel pain and instead felt a radiating sense of pleasure building deep in my core. My pussy clenched around him as he cursed, his entire body shuddering and his muscles tightening from where he was holding himself over me. His now dark green eyes held mine as he began to piston in and out of me, causing everything inside of me to turn into a sea of heightened sensation that had the corners of the room going fuzzy.
“Fuck,” he snarled, “you are milking my cock, Dahlia.”
“It feels so good,” I admitted breathlessly and then moaned as his hand came to wrap around my throat.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can keep myself in control,” he admitted as my eyes widened, realizing he’d been holding back. His chuckle was deep and pained as my legs squeezed around his hips, his pace slowing momentarily.
“I can take more,” I promised. I had absolutely no idea if that was true, but I would be damned if I didn’t try. I needed to feel all of him.
“Yeah?” His tone was dangerous and caused my skin to break out into pleasurable shivers. “You can take me pounding into your tight pussy as hard as I can? I want to fucking wreck you, Dahlia.”
“Then do it,” I moaned at his words. He paused only momentarily, inhaling sharply and pulling back before slamming full force back into me.
Holy hell.He had not been lying. He had been completely holding back, and my cries of his name grew as he started to pound into me like a goddamn racehorse. My head grew a bit fuzzy as I relished in the almost high-like euphoric feeling his hard grip offered, his fingers releasing my throat and demanding my climax as oxygen flooded back in. I cried out as it slammed into me like a full-speed rail train, his cock pulsing as King stilled inside of me, letting out a low, feral sound before resuming his pace.
I had no idea how the man did it, but he kept going, kept bringing me to climax and then renewing his efforts. After four times I was getting dizzy, clinging to him, and I wondered if this man was a robot, because this stamina was ridiculous.This couldn’t be normal.Don’t get me wrong, I loved it, but holy crap. His lips ghosted across mine and I felt his cock almost seem to grow larger inside of me.
“Shit, I’m going to come, princess.”
“Come.” I tightened my hold in his hair as I made the demand, wanting to feel him completely inside of me. It was such a primal need, but the satisfaction at the idea of him coming inside of me was nearly overwhelming.
“I’m going to come inside of you,” he growled, nearly reading my mind, and biting my neck as I cried out at the slight sting. I loved his possessive words. I wanted to feel him inside of me, to know that he was still between my legs long after we’d been together.
“King!” I cried out his name as I came. Hard and intensely. He followed, his growl of my name echoing through the space as his hand fisted my hair and he kissed me like a man possessed. I felt my eyes fall shut as my entire body trembled with pleasure, everything inside of me deflating and turning into a melted puddle of content goo. He was buried full-hilt inside of me, and I was pretty positive that he was still coming.
The room was spotted with black as I clung to him, my focus moving in and out as I tried to breathe. King was breathing hard over me as he suddenly rolled us, his arms wrapping around me and tugging me against him so that we were wrapped up in one another on our sides, my head in his chest. My eyes watered slightly, feeling overwhelmed by the intense emotions I was feeling as he reached above me to grab a blanket and drape it over us. I let out a soft hum as he ran his lips back and forth on my forehead.
“God, I love you so much,” he whispered softly. “You have no idea.”
I looked up at him and offered a sleepy smile. “I think I do. I love you.”
His eyes were filled with so much warmth, and as I closed mine, I knew that what had just happened would fundamentally shift things. It was one thing to talk about all being together, but being with these men was going to be intense. I had no idea how they would react, but whatever their reaction was, King and I had just started down a path that hopefully would bring us everything we wanted.
It had to, because I couldn’t lose any of these men.