Page 52 of Claiming His Throne
Chapter Twenty-One
Iwake up hot, probably thanks to the warm body that’s wrapped around me. I shift, trying to get out from under Alfie’s arm. The movement stirs him and he tightens his grip on me. My back is flush with his chest, my ass flush with his cock, which is rock hard. And it’s taking everything I have not to rub against it.
I remember texting him early in the morning, and he came. I don’t know what to think about that. Because I can’t get too attached. I’m sure once I do what I’m here to do, he’ll end up resenting me. Men always do when I beat them at their own games.
But, in the meantime, I’m going to enjoy this man as much as he’ll let me. Because if I’m honest with myself, I’ve never felt the way Alfie makes me feel. I’ve never been this feverish for a man before. I just have to look at him and I’m turned on.
Great, now I’m horny again.
As carefully as I can, I roll over until I’m facing him. Alfie flops onto his back, his arm dropping from my waist. Good.
Creeping under the blankets, I slide down, trying not to wake him as I hook my fingers into the band of his briefs and shift them down slightly, just enough to free his cock.
Then I bend forward and slide my tongue over the tip, twirling it around the knob before licking the underside of his shaft, from his balls back up to the tip again. I slip my mouth over him, taking him as far into my throat as I can manage, hollow out my cheeks, and suck as I move back up the length.
Alfie groans. The blanket is shoved off me and his hands are in my hair, scooping it up and moving it out of my face. “If you’re going to suck my cock, I want to see you do it,” he says, his eyes connecting with mine. “Fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His hips shift upwards as I slide my mouth back down his shaft. “Fuck.”
My free hand cups his balls, massaging them as I continue to bob my head up and down. I moan around him when the taste of his leaking precum hits my tongue.
Alfie’s hands tighten around my hair, pulling on the strands slightly. “Molly, I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow it all,” he says.
I nod my head in agreement. I want him to lose control. I want to be the reason he’s experiencing such pleasure. I want him to want me just as much as I want him. Although I’m pretty sure he already does. I also have a feeling that whatever it is we’re doing, it’s more than just sex. That’s not what I want to think about right now, though.
Alfie grunts as his hips thrust up into my mouth and his seed hits the back of my throat. Not once, not twice, but three times. Ropes of his cum puff out my cheeks, and I swallow every single bit of it before licking his cock clean and pressing a light kiss to the tip.
Alfie reaches down and grips under my arms, pulling me up his body. His hands then cup both sides of my face.
“Good girl.” His lips press to mine, his tongue slides inside my mouth, and I shift so I’m straddling him. “I like waking up next to you,” he says when he breaks the kiss.
“You like waking up next to me, or you like waking up with my mouth on your cock?”
“Both.” He winks at me.
I squirm on top of him, my body so worked up and in need of its own release.
“You need something, Molly?” Alfie asks.
“Mhmm.” Leaning down, I press my lips against the side of his neck. My hands roam over his pecs, down across his abs.
“What do you need?” Alfie grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh.
The thing is… I know what I need.
My body stills and I sit up, staring down at the man who will give me exactly what I needifI ask for it. But can I really utter those words? And what does it say about me? What kind of person likes being hurt? Me, apparently.
“Molly, what do you need?” Alfie repeats.
I squint my eyes at him. “You know what I need,” I tell him, because I’m certain he does.
“You need to say it.” Alfie swings his body upwards. His arms move around my back as he holds me against him. My legs lock behind him. “I will give you anything you want. You just have to use your words and tell me what it is.”
I close my eyes and take a breath. “I want you to hurt me,” I whisper.
“Good girl. Now say it with your eyes open. Look at me.” His voice is commanding. “Tell me you want pain, Molly.”
My eyes spring open. “I want pain,” I admit more confidently.
“That, I can do.” In one fluid move, Alfie has me on my back and he’s kneeling over top of me. His fingers trace over the scab his initials have formed above my hip. His eyes trail over every inch of my body while his fingers lazily draw out those two letters. “Mmm, so fucking perfect,” he murmurs. “Don’t move.”
