Page 47 of Lethal King

My throbbing cock spasms, and I can feel the pre-cum pooling out from the tip of my engorged head.

“Then do it already,” I grunt.

Without thinking, I unwrap my fingers from around the base of my cock. Rozalia doesn’t stop me, and I grab onto her leggings, right between the legs, unchallenged.

Then, I pull.

A high-pitched gasp escapes her throat as I rip the material to shred, creating a gaping pussy hole for me to fuck her through.

“You animal,” she rasps.

Before I know what’s happening, she’s taken my cock in her free hand. The touch of her fingers is electrifying, but it doesn’t compare to the heat of her soaking cunt as she presses me against her pussy lips.

“Is this what you came for?” she asks, each breath short and raspy. “Or did you just want to watch and jerk off from afar, you creep?”

“You’re the one who recorded the video,” I grumble.

“Just for you, my king.”

King.

The reminder of what she’s done cuts through me like a knife. But my lust is just as strong as my hate.

Rozalia doesn’t stop me as I clamp both of my hands into her ass.

“I’m going to make you fucking pay for that,” I growl.

Jerking her up and forward, I find her freshly exposed hole with my bulbous head. Then, I pound upwards.

The slick walls of her tight little cunt immediately wrap around my cock. Gritting my teeth, I push through the tension, slathering myself in her juices, doing my best to reach her guts.

“Fuck,” we both gasp at the same time.

She feels fucking incredible. Mind-blowingly good. I only want more. I need more.

Fuck everything else.

All that matters is using her tight little body to make myself explode.

To Rozalia’s credit, even as I pound her into oblivion, her blade doesn’t budge from my neck. Not as she quietly gasps and whimpers. Not as she starts to sway her hips again. Not as her breathing becomes short and raspy.

She’s here for this, just as much as I am.

“Make me pay harder,” she chokes, confirming it all.

At that, I feel her free hand wraps around the back of my head. Her fingers curl into my hair. She holds on for dear life as I continue to jackhammer her tight little cunt with all my pent-up desire.

“I’m going to break you, kitten.”

Shoving my hand under her black turtleneck, I grab a palm’s worth of her impossibly soft, perky tit. Between my rough fingers, I can feel her hard nipples. I pinch down on them without mercy.

“Holy shit,” she cries, her back arching as her neck snaps downwards.

Her black hair covers my eyes, blocking my vision. But I don’t need to see to understand what’s going on.

We’ve both lost on damn minds. And it’s fucking ecstasy.

I can feel Rozalia’s racing heart running wild behind her chest. I can feel each shallow, jittery breath she takes as my thrusting cock inches deeper and deeper into her guts. I can feel it when she decides it’s not enough anymore.