Page 40 of King of Ashes
The power makes me feel as if I am indeed a god. Hers.
“Good husband, but you can elevate me to your god.”
I nibble along her neck to distract myself from burying myself to the hilt inside her. “Just the tip.”
“Just the tip.” Her lids flutter closed and her face falls to the side, her face a painting of desire. It’s not enough for either of us. She opens her mouth on a shaky breath. “Please, Vian…”
She sucks me so well into her fiery core, I slide a few inches inside her, getting even bigger. Satisfaction pumps through my veins and travels straight to my cock.
She has a lot more to take, so I press my thumb into her clit, getting her reacquainted with my cock inch by fucking inch. Circling the bundle of nerves, she relaxes slightly, and I slip in another inch, maddeningly slow as if to memorize the feeling of her tight pussy gripping me, of her walls massaging me into euphoria.
Her chest heaves with a long breath. “I don’t know if I can take any more.”
I trail a finger around her nipple that contracts under my touch. “You’re inflating my ego. Sure you want that?”
Her breath hitches. “You’re inflating my pussy, it might burst any moment.”
“But you like it.” Not a question.
“I love it. Damn, I am pretty sure I shouldn’t.”
This playfulness makes me rejoice in the wonder of her. Together, we are a web of love and passion and playfulness.
I push a bit more in. “Halfway in.”
She writhes in my arms, her head thrashing from one side to the other, delirious before she bites into my neck.
“Yes, mark me while I mold this pussy to my cock.”
She welcomes my cock, sucking me deeper inside her, torturing us both in the sweetest way.
She lets out these cute whimpers mixed with moans and I bury myself to the hilt inside of her, evoking a full-body tremor. I swear my vision blackens for a moment. Fuck, she feels so damn incredible, my body constricts into a wire ball, the pleasure electrifying me.
“Good girl, taking all of me.” I wrap my hand around her throat, giving a reassuring squeeze. “I’m in. You feel so fucking good.”
“You too,” she breathes out, pupils dilating and pulse flickering.
“You take my cock so well. I’m so proud of you.”
Another shiver runs down her body. She tries to squirm, wanting me to move, but I fully intend to take it slow. I am in no rush even if time’s sword lies suspended above my head, reminding me I am a thief. And thieves get caught and punished, eventually. Lucky for me, I am another breed of criminal.
Eyes glazed over, she whines, “You’re so cruel. I am so full.”
“I am. You are.”
Every time she tries to move, I tighten my grip on her until she realizes she won’t succeed.
“Please. Just one push.”
Not moving when everything in me demands to chase the high proves a challenge, every muscle in my body pulling taut. “I might pump you full of cum at the end of that one thrust. You want that? I’m barely holding up here.”
“Please, I need to feel you… Give me more,” she begs in a sweet voice, undoing me.
I don’t know which leads me to sway my mind. Her sweet plea, her disregard for consequences. Who the hell am I kidding? I live to please this woman.
Oh so slowly, I push in and out of her a few times.
“Thank you,” she moans, sounding high.
