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His jaw clenched, his eyes burned. He kept me back against his chest, my spine arced. His hand moved from my breasts to my jaw. Holding me by the face and the hair so I couldn’t move. Shock after shock of pleasure burst in my hips as he fucked with short, hard strokes.
“You’re taking it so well, baby girl,” he praised, releasing me and pushing me back down to my hands and knees. He braced his palm on my shoulder and gripped my hip with his other hand to hold me steady.
Stars burst behind my eyelids. The Welsh King knew how to fuck hard.
It was good that he’d made me come and gotten me wet before he fucked me like this, because he was relentless. Pounding into me until I was incoherent and then pushing me onto the pillows to take me again.
His palm slid up my throat and cradled my chin and his two middle fingers pushed past my lips. Filling my mouth until my throat tightened, threatening to make me gag.
He withdrew abruptly and flipped me onto my back.
“It’s not enough,” he whispered. “Just fucking. I need you so badly, darling, I need to be in every part of you.”
I knew what he meant, but I wasn’t ready for that. Throat dry, I shook my head.
“Not your cock,” I whispered.
His mouth brushed hot over my forehead as he slid his length into my soaked pussy easily, pressing his groin up against mine. He sat back on his heels, taking me with him, and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“My fingers?” He was barely audible.
I nodded, face brushed into his neck.
His hand slid down, his big hand with square fingertips and lean fingers, and grazed the place where we connected. Stroking where my pussy enveloped his cock. I shivered involuntarily as it moved back, taking my wetness with him.
His hips worked, fucking up into me. The bed creaked, the room filled with our heavy breaths. I squeezed my eyes shut and clung to him as his middle finger applied light pressure against my asshole. Circling gently as he kept fucking me.
It slipped inside and I couldn’t bite back a gasp.
“Oh, good girl,” he panted. He pushed to his middle knuckle.
My nails dug up his back and left red streaks over the freckles on his shoulders.
He tipped our bodies, his finger and his cock still inside, and we fell back onto the pillows. Our eyes locked and there was a frantic whimpering sound. It took me a moment to realize it was coming from me.
“Take my tongue,” he breathed, mouth grazing over mine. “Take all of me, in every part of you.”
My lips parted and I closed my eyes, giving into him. Letting his finger slide into that part of me until I was filled, letting his cock pump in and out of my drenched pussy, letting his tongue consume my mouth.
He just kept going. And going. Riding my hips, tongue-fucking my mouth, finger pumping into my ass. Until there was nothing but my cries and his harsh groans, until he saw me wince.
Immediately, he pulled his finger out and shifted his face to my neck.
“No, don’t stop,” I whispered.
“Can you finish taking me in your pussy?” His voice was muffled as he kissed my breasts.
“Yes, daddy,” I gasped.
“Hard, baby?”
“Hard.”
My spent body was completely relaxed as his hips began pounding slow and deep against mine. So spent that when he finally finished with a sound of deep, feral satisfaction, almost an hour later, I was asleep in seconds. I barely felt him undress and slide into bed before everything spiraled into darkness.
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CLARA
