Page 78 of Shattered King

He curled his fingers inside and moved faster, keeping his thrusts deep, not pulling all the way out like he had been. It was perfect. I dug my fingers into his shoulder, moving my hips desperately, but he held me still, controlled my movements. Only allowing me to take what he chose to give me.

“Is this okay?” he rasped. “Me holding you like this?”

I used to love it, loved Hunter dominating me this way. I used to beg for it. I realized, stunned, that I still loved it. I didn’t feel panic rising, or fear, because this was different, and my brain—my heart—knew it. This was Hunter. “Yes,” I said on a gasp.

Then I opened my mouth and screamed a second later, coming hard around his thrusting fingers.

I’d barely recovered when I was lifted out of bed. Hunter stood me in front of him. He pulled off the shirt I was wearing, then sat on the edge, heavy thighs splayed, thick cock jutting from his body. My skin felt tight, hot. It should be impossible, but I was still so turned on. As desperate as he said I was.

“Knees, Lulu.” He wrapped his fist around his cock and started stroking.

I did what he asked, instantly. Right then, I’d never wanted anything more. His fingers were still fisting his length, so I leaned in and swiped my tongue across the broad head. He let go, resting his hands behind him on the mattress, looking down his body at me. He was too big for me to take all of him, so I wrapped my fingers around the wide base and jacked that perfect dick while I opened my lips around the fat head and sucked him in as deep as I could. No teasing, no drawing it out. I wanted what he said, all of it.

One of his hands pulled my hair away from my face, fisting it at the back of my head so he could control my movements, so he could watch my mouth as I sucked him.

He hissed. “So fucking good.”

I devoured him like he was my last meal. I fucked him with my mouth until my jaw ached, sucking hard, using my tongue against the underside on every down stroke. His thigh muscles bunched and flexed under my hand when I increased my speed, pre-come leaking constantly into my mouth now. He was close. I wanted to make him come like this, wanted to swallow every drop, but he pulled me back suddenly.

Chest heaving, he stood, pulling me to my feet and backed me against the wall. His eyes locked on mine, silently asking if I was still with him, if this was okay. I nodded.

His mouth crashed down on mine, tongue delving deep, demanding my submission. I fully trusted him with my body, knew he’d never do anything I didn’t like. That all I had to do was say the word and he’d stop. So, I gave it to him freely. I wanted whatever he wanted to give me. My thighs were slick with the proof of how much.

He broke the kiss, held my gaze. “You okay on your hands and knees? I wanna fuck you from behind.”

Said knees went a little wobbly. “Yes.”

“On the bed, knees at the edge.”

I raced to do what he asked, crawling onto the mattress.

“Spread wider, show me how wet you are.”

My knees shimmied farther apart, giving him what he wanted.

“Fuck.” He moved up behind me and my heart pounded harder, not with panic, but anticipation. “I want to taste you so bad, but that mouth got me so close to the edge, I can’t hold out that long.” His hands came down on my ass, squeezing. “All I can think about is sliding my cock inside that tight little pussy.”

His dirty words had every nerve ending in my body igniting, the ache between my legs intensifying until the emptiness there was painful. “God, now, please.”

One hand came down on my shoulder, the other, my hip. “You good, Lulu?”

“Yes.” I equally loved and hated his concern for me. “Please, just . . . fuck me,” I whimpered.

Hunter cursed, fingers digging into my flesh. He slammed inside me. He fucked me hard and fast. And deep. So damn deep. His grunts, when he thrust home, turned me on more. His tight grip made me feel wanted, desired, like it always used to.

He moved the hand on my shoulder down and around between my legs, pressing on my clit, massaging. His thrusts became erratic, harder, more out of control. My orgasm slammed into me without warning, and my arms collapsed beneath me. I pressed my face into the mattress and screamed into it.

Hunter held my ass in the air and fucked me through it until a minute later he stiffened, planted to the root, and shot hot and hard inside me. When he finished and pulled out, I collapsed on the bed in a sweaty heap. Hunter lifted me, positioning me so my head was on the pillow before he left the room. When he returned he had a washcloth, and like last time, he cleaned me, threw it in the hamper, and then climbed in beside me, tucking me in close.

He pulled the covers up and kissed my neck. Sliding an arm around my waist like he had the night before, this time with his hand on my belly, in that same possessive way, he surrounded me.

My heart did a happy flutter.

Smoothing my hair away from my face, he kissed me again and settled in. “Night, babe.”

“Night.”

I was asleep a few minutes later.