“I said get dressed,” he snaps, turning away to tie his pants, his whole body a coil of angry tension, like a snake getting ready to strike.
I’ve felt his venom before, and I lived through it. I climb off the bed and wrap my arms around him from behind, kissing the center of his back. “Royal. You’re spiraling. I need you to fucking stop. Okay?”
His body remains tense, a giant wall of tight muscle, but he doesn’t pull away.
I press my lips to his warm skin again. “This isn’t a big deal. Seriously. Yes, I was enjoying that, and I would have kept enjoying it, but considering I can’t even cum during sex, it’s not like I really care how long it takes you.”
I feel his ribs expand as he takes a deep breath, and then he starts to relax against me. “You should care,” he mutters. “You deserve more than five minutes.”
I roll my eyes behind his back, wondering when he started thinking I deserved anything but the worst life has to offer. I run my nails down his chest and abs, lightly scratching them over the sexy trail of fine hairs below his navel. “If you’re really sorry, you could make it up to me like you did last night…”
“You want me to go down on you?”
I run my palm lightly over the front of his pants. “Or maybe you could let me show you what a real blowjob feels like?”
He chuckles and pulls my hand away, turning in my arms to look down at me with those hooded eyes that make me all ragey and hot at once. “You think I don’t know what a blowjob feels like?”
I smirk up at him. “You don’t know what one of mine feels like.”
He bites his lips together, and I can tell he’s hiding a smile. “You’re a thirsty bitch, you know that?”
I sit back on the bed, slowly undoing the knot in the front of his pants. I slide them over his hipbones, running my fingers over that ridge of muscle above them that makes my head spin. And maybe he’s right about my thirsty bitch status because my mouth is positively watering as I lower them until I can see the dark hair on his pelvic bone, those veins in his lower abs, and then the base of his cock. I hook my hand into the top of his pants and look up at him. “Before I do this,” I say. “I don’t fucking bite. Frankly, it’s offensive that you’d accuse me of that shady shit. If you need to fuck my throat raw, do it, but keep your damn fingers out of my mouth. I will bite those.”
“Damn, Cherry,” he groans, circling his hand around the back of my head and bring my head down. “Put that mouth to good use.”
I duck my head and smile, letting his pants fall. His cock is hard, full and long and mouthwateringly primal. I wrap my hand around his shaft and pull my hair to one side before running my tongue along his length, wetting him with my mouth. I can taste myself on his cock, and a dirty thrill runs through me. I get on my knees and elbows on the edge of the bed, holding his cock as I circle the head like an ice cream cone, letting him feel the flat of my tongue before I bring my mouth down over the tip. I’d almost forgotten about my split lip, since we’ve done almost no kissing up until this point, but now it burns when it stretches around his girth.
Royal buries his hand in my hair, taking control like I knew he would. He rocks his hips in rhythm with his hand, pulling my head up and then pushing it roughly down until I’m deepthroating him with each stroke. I don’t mind. It’s easier, and more than that, I know it’s exactly what he needs right now—to feel powerful, to be in control, and to dominate me. That’s why I offered.
“Christ,” he breathes, pounding into me roughly while I try to breathe between thrusts, and not gag or choke as tears blur my vision. “Your throat’s so fucking tight.”
I moan in response, and his cock throbs inside my mouth, salty precum wetting my tongue. His taste send a thrill of pleasure and triumph shimmering through me. Was he lying about never coming? Or was it a line that gets girls, a challenge? Either way, I feel pretty fucking special that I made him cum and that I’m about to do it again.
Heat pulses between my thighs at his words. I slide a hand under my body, sinking it between my legs, working my clit with my fingers while he uses my mouth for his pleasure.
My lip splits open again, blood leaking out along with saliva, running down my chin, but I focus all my willpower on not gagging while he plunders my throat, rougher with each thrust. Tears drip down my cheeks as I fight my gag reflex, letting him go deeper, forcing himself down my throat.
“I’m gonna cum down this pretty little throat,” he growls, running his fingers down the side of my neck and letting them rest lightly on the front, so he can feel himself fucking me deep.
I bob my head in a nod, all I can manage.
“Are you touching yourself?” he asks, yanking my head back, giving me a chance to breathe. His eyes burn with primal, fevered lust, and his cock stands glistening in front of my face, precum leaking from the tip. A shudder of desire goes through me, and I sink a finger deeper inside myself and close my eyes. My voice is nothing but a throaty whisper, choked with desire and hoarse from the bruising force of his domination.
“Yes.”
He drags me up and flips me onto my back in one motion, plowing his cock to the hilt inside me with one brutal thrust. I cry out at the sudden, painful invasion in the soreness from the night before, my back arching and my heels digging into the edge of the bed. He grips my hip with one hand, resting his weight on the other as he slams into me again. I’m beyond ready this time. His size is painful but deliciously so, and I’m so wet I can hear the slippery sounds of his cock slicking into me, the slapping of his balls hitting my ass as he begins to pound into me hard and fast.
I reach up, pushing my fingers into his mouth. “Taste me,” I breathe, wrapping my legs around his hips, wanting more after each punishing stroke. He sucks my fingers, his tongue flicking between them as he fucks me harder, crushing me into the bed.
I hear myself begging for more, and he gives it, picking me up and slamming me down on him. We fall back onto the bed, rolling over so I’m on top.
“Your tits are so fucking perfect,” he growls, grabbing my tits and squeezing my nipples until I cry out. “I want to cum all over them and your face. You’d like that, wouldn’t you, my little slut?”
“Yes,” I gasp, bouncing on him hard and fast, relishing the aching depth he can reach inside me while our eyes are locked together, our bodies warring to make the other break first. “I want to swallow you until I choke. Drown me in your cum, Royal.”
“Shut the fuck up, you dirty whore,” he snarls. “You’re going to make me cum again.”
I grab his chin, my nails digging into his cheeks. “I’m your whore,” I say between panting breaths.