Chapter 23
Shehryar
W e returned to the palace that evening after dining out in a restaurant of Prince Arsh’s choice, by which point Mariyah’s constant side-glances of annoyance had set my next move in stone.
I was going to sneak into her room the way she’d snuck into mine and corner her.
Not only because she deserved a taste of her own medicine, but because it seemed to be the only way I’d successfully be able to talk to her without third-party interference or her getting away.
So, once I’d brushed my teeth, showered, and changed into a sweatshirt and pyjama bottoms, I switched the light off in my room and left.
Unlike me, Mariyah had locked her bedroom door, but I wouldn’t have been a very good bodyguard to Esmeralda if I couldn’t pick a simple lock. It was a necessary skill to know.
Most of the bedrooms in Chaukham Palace had old-style locks. There was a keyhole on the outside, but inside the room, it turned with a little knob. Mariyah’s was just the same. And while it wasn’t easy to always carry a lockpick set everywhere I went, I made sure I kept a few hairpins in my coat or trouser pockets, pre-bent to fit as a lever and pick.
I’d been tempted to use them last night when Mariyah had locked herself in, but I’d allowed her the privacy, knowing how intense everything prior had been.
That time for privacy was now over.
With the two pins I grabbed from my coat pocket, it was quick work picking the lock on Mariyah’s bedroom door. I shoved them into one pyjama pocket and swiftly pressed on the handle just in case she’d heard the lock turn. Once inside, I silently closed the door behind me and locked it again.
A black material that looked like a silk shirt was strewn on the duvet, but Mariyah wasn’t there. Instead, a soft hummed tune filtered out of the open doorway of the walk-in wardrobe.
Taking advantage of her cluelessness, I swaggered over to the velvet chaise at the end of her bed and sat myself down. Right opposite the dressing room. I hung my hands between my legs and waited.
A hand gripped the side of the door, and her luscious figure came around from behind it.
Mariyah’s blue eyes flew wide, and she visibly jumped in her skin as she stuttered to a stop at the threshold, a sharp gasp skittering through the air.
My gaze dropped. A rush of flames engulfed me, melding my muscles in place.
Fuck …
She was naked.
Clad in nothing but black lace shorts that climbed high up on her ill-contained arse.
The rest of her was on full display. Every gorgeous curve and dip of hers. Her thick thighs, her rounded hips, the slight softness of her belly, the hourglass dip of her waist. Her pretty, painted toes. Her towel-dried blonde locks hung around her shoulders, pert breasts lifted and fell with her rapid breaths, and her rose-pink nipples were already tight buds waiting to be sucked on.
But what had my dick sapping all the blood from my veins like a starved vampire were the scattering of pink and red marks all over her pale olive skin.
My marks. From the previous night.
It spurred some base and primal claim in me. Something I had no business feeling for the damned menace, but a sultry excitement licked over my neck, making my eyes feel hot and heavy. Yet I was hyperfixated on her. Zoned in and ready to pounce again. My teeth ached and my mouth salivated to trace those marks. My. Marks .
“What the fuck are you doing in here?” she suddenly snapped, throwing one arm across her chest.
I dragged my gaze back up, shamelessly drinking her in until I found her eyes. She was spitting fire, outrage colouring her skin all down her neck. With the way she was trying to cover herself up too, there was something so adorable about her appearance, all flustered, angry, and embarrassed.
One corner of my mouth hooked up as I straightened my spine. “Why are you covering yourself up?” I let my gaze peruse down. “I already know what every inch of you looks and tastes like.”
The pink under her skin heightened by the time I returned my attention to her face, and from the bottom of my vision, I caught the slight tightening of her arm around her breasts. “How did you get in?” she hissed. “The door was locked.”
“And?” I said blandly.
Her lips parted as her eyes frantically searched mine, seemingly to confirm if what I’d implied was what I’d meant. When she had her answer, she pressed her teeth together. “Get out. Now.”
“I’ll leave once we’ve finished talking.”
As if to call out my own lie, my gaze caught on a pink mark staining the top curve of one of her hidden breasts, and my dick gave a pleading throb.
It hadn’t exactly been part of the plan, but we were going to do more than talk if I had my way.
“No,” she snapped, striding forward, but she kept a wide berth from me, aiming to head to the side of the bed. “If you wanted to talk, you should have knocked instead of breaking into my room like a fucking psychopath! Get the fuck out now.”
Knowing what she was after, I quickly swiped up the silk shirt and turned the fisted fabric into my lap. She gaped for a quick second, then balled her hands like a child about to throw a tantrum. I wasn’t planning to pacify her, not when looking at her flushed face was making me so hard.
Maybe she was right. Maybe I was a psychopath for getting aroused by her feral temper.
“You broke into my room last night and fucked yourself with a toy on my bed,” I said and cocked a brow. “Doesn’t that make you more of a psychopath?”
Pulse after pulse of mean, dark pleasure rolled down my core through every second of her humiliated silence. I revelled in her vulnerability and shame. Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Give. It. Back,” she eventually ground out, seething to the point she was vibrating.
I nodded to the bed. “Sit down so we can talk.”
“Shehryar!” She lunged at me, reaching out with both hands to grab the top as if she’d forgotten or no longer cared about covering up her nakedness.
I shot up from the chaise and moved away from her, stretching my arm out behind me to keep the silk shirt away. But the whole time, my eyes remained glued on her smaller breasts, jostling with her movements, like a drooling adolescent. I had to fight hard to contain a groan.
Mariyah let out a short, low noise of fury and spun away. She took one step, and I charged forward to block her path towards the dressing room. She staggered to a stop before she collided into me. My senses sang as the clean, peachy scent of her invaded my lungs from her close proximity. One inch closer and her nipples would have found some friction against my clothed chest.
“Shehryar,” she roared, smoke coming out of her head.
I stared down my nose to avoid the temptation of leaning into her. “We need to talk.”
She threw a hand to the side. “You keep saying that, but what is there to talk about? We fucked! That was it. It didn’t change anything, and it won’t change anything, so what exactly do you need to say?”
I narrowed my eyes, irritation rearing its familiar head inside me. She wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t like the way she said it. I told myself it was her tone. “Why did you leave my room?”
“Why the fuck would I have stayed?”
“I needed to check that you were fine.”
“Oh, please.” She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Get over yourself, Sheri. You’re not the first man I’ve had rough sex with, nor did you drill a hole in me. I didn’t need to be checked on.”
I clenched my teeth as images of faceless men touching her the way I had flashed in my head. I tore them apart immediately like a jealous, growling fiend. While I didn’t care about her past trysts and relationships, I didn’t want to hear about them now that I’d made her come on my cock.
“Are we done?” she said, leaning back on one hip with all the sass in the world. Nothing about her said she was uncomfortable in her stripped-down state. “The door’s that way.”
Gritting my teeth, I clasped her upper arm with my free hand, keeping her still. “No, we’re not done.”
She lifted her face to the ceiling and let out a short, mocking laugh. Then she jabbed a short, manicured nail into my sternum. “Why don’t you just admit that this ‘ talking’ bullshit is just an excuse to get up in my face because you’re upset and irritated that I’m not fawning all over you, begging for more? That’s the only reason you broke into my room and why you’re desperately trying to find any reason not to leave even now.”
A wave of dark amusement festered quickly, and a malicious smirk stretched across my mouth. “Oh, I’m irritated. Because you’re telling me to act as if nothing’s changed, but you couldn’t even look me in the eyes today without turning pink.” I edged closer, forcing her to curve back. “You’ve been glaring extra hard at me, acting all high and mighty like your cunt wasn’t in the air, taking a pounding from me last night. Because you”—I bared my teeth at her in a vicious grin—“couldn’t face the fact that I fucked you so good, so you wanted to act as if we hadn’t fucked at all.
“And you want more, Mariyah. It’s written all over your face how badly you do.”
“You fucking wish,” she hissed, squaring up to me, but arousal was blowing up her pupils.
“It’s the truth,” I said and threw her black shirt behind me.
I raised both hands to her face. She tried to jerk away, but I cupped her hot cheeks in my palms, forcing her to look up at me. I kept my touch a lot softer than the harsh words pouring from my mouth. If she’d really wanted to, she could have torn away.
She didn’t.
“But the thing with a little menace like you is that you don’t want to and don’t know how to communicate when you want something that might put you in a vulnerable position.” I rubbed the pads of my thumbs over her lips, tugging and pushing at them. She tried to arch away with a low noise of annoyance, but her shallow breaths made it sound closer to a sigh. “So, you did what you do best. You acted out. You glared and grumbled and stormed out, hoping I’d come along and take the decision out of your hands, so you didn’t feel vulnerable.”
I lowered my mouth closer, breathing in her minty breath and peachy scent. “But if you want to have your pussy fucked, you have to ask for it, politely.” I felt her breath hitch to a stop. “Ask me like a good girl to make you come on my dick again.”
Gosh, she was livid, but the conflicting flame of desire raged so much brighter behind her eyes. The part of my brain controlled by my cock screamed at me to give us what we both wanted without any games of asking and begging, but I refused to make it easy for her.
Mariyah hated seeming weak or submissive, and she hated more that I was the one causing the feeling. She didn’t want to lust for me, nor did she want to be or do what I described. But she’d have to face it one way or another. Whether that was tapping out or giving in.
“Fuck you,” she spat breathily.
I shook my head. “That wasn’t a question. Try again.”
She gritted her teeth. “You wanted to talk, and we’ve talked. So, get the fuck out of my room.”
Excitement and annoyance swam through my thrumming pulse.
She wasn’t going to give in. Not yet. I’d have to warm her up, excite her, tease her until she bordered on a mindless state before she’d give me what I wanted. And she’d enjoy it. Especially once she realised how much power it would and could give her.
“But we didn’t talk,” I purred, rubbing once more at her soft, rosy lips. “Not really. Because you said there was nothing to talk about.” She blinked rapidly like she was coming out of a trance when I pulled away. “So, now we’re going to put that mouth to use elsewhere.”
I released her face and took a step back. She swayed on the spot like a lust drunk nymph. Smirking in satisfaction, I pointed to the carpeted floor. “Get on your knees.”
Mariyah straightened her spine defiantly and crossed her arms over her chest. “Make me.”
The demanding beast inside me purred and growled in raw delight.
Fine. If that was how she wanted to play.
My hands pitched through the air, one tangling in a fistful of her damp hair and the other fixing on her shoulder. One tug and a push down threw her off balance enough to force her to her knees without a fighting chance. She had enough time to grapple on to my thighs for balance before I tugged her hair back, forcing her face up to mine.
She bared her teeth. “You fucking—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said coolly. “I don’t want to hear it.”
I could see how badly she wanted to swear and curse at me, but she surprisingly held it all back. Instead, she opted to rub her jaw back and forth, irate beams firing from her blue irises.
I savoured her mute fury for a beat before I slid my other hand into the hair too and forced her closer. She gasped, her mouth barely a centimetre from the bulge of my erection. Her breath speared out, and the faint sensation over my dick made my lungs constrict.
“You’re going to suck on my dick,” I said, a stern, unforgiving growl lacing my words, “until I say otherwise. I don’t care if you choke or gag. I don’t care if you can’t breathe. I don’t care if there’s tears and saliva streaming down your face. You’re not going to stop .” I curled my fingers tightly in her hair. “I’m going to use your mouth the way I want, and you’re going to take it. Do you understand?”
Anger remained stubborn on the top half of her face that was visible, but it was fuelled by heavy, wanting lust. Still, she kept quiet, so I shook her by the hair. “Tell me you understand,” I gritted out. “Or this ends now. And you can lie on the bed with an aching pussy, trying and failing to make yourself come with that toy, and hating yourself for not letting me fuck you raw.”
Her breaths came quick and shallow, but they were stifled into little hisses by her teeth. So was her answer, and I was losing my patience. I didn’t want to give her minutes to decide. She was going to have to learn to pick quickly, or I’d do whatever the fuck I wanted.
“Five,” I counted. Her furious eyes narrowed a touch. “Four…three…two—”
“I understand,” she grated, her voice filled with venomous hatred.
“And what’s the safe word?”
One breath. Two breaths. “Red.”
“And if your mouth is full?”
One breath. “Two taps.”
I let my mouth tip into a slight smile. “That’s a good girl.” She shuddered even as her brows pinched tighter. They quickly flew up when I pulled her back by the hair. “Take my dick out.”
I tucked my jumper up as Mariyah’s hands rose from my thighs, dare I say eagerly, and she pulled both my trousers and boxers down to my knees unceremoniously. I let out a silent exhale, relieved to have my dick out of its confines as it hung thick and heavy before her face. It preened under her fixed stare before she wrapped one hand around the base.
Just that one touch sent pleasure firing down my thighs and up to my head, making my body quake, but I gritted my teeth around a moan and stayed perfectly still. Fuck, had being touched by a woman ever felt so good before? Or was it just Mariyah who elicited such an intense sensation…
Trying to distract myself from the consuming feeling, I arched a taunting brow. “I thought it was a peanut, so what’s the hand for?”
She gave me a squeeze as she scowled, and I hissed with a jolt. Amusement danced through her gaze, but before I could chide her, she opened her mouth and licked up the underside of my length.
My stomach contracted, my head fell back, and my neck strained as wave after wave of pleasure trampled on my lungs, forcing a long, low groan out of me. Her warm tongue swirled up and around my crown. I inhaled sharply and looked down to watch her suck on me. Her stare was brimming with smugness while her tongue kept drawing lazy circles.
Anger stroked up the back of my neck.
Fuck, no. She could enjoy sucking me off all she wanted, but no fucking way was I going to allow her to think she held the power right then.
A growl tore up my throat as I tightened my hands in her hair to the point she winced. “Open your fucking mouth now.”
Her lips parted on an inhale, and I took the opportunity without remorse.
I shoved my thick length into the warm wetness of her mouth down to her hand. The delicious feeling caused a roar to explode through my pulse. Mariyah’s eyes popped wide as her hand around my dick lurched off in shock and curled into the side of my thigh. Without missing a beat, I eased what I could of those inches into her mouth until I met the resistance of her throat. I groaned, my eyes burning from the intense pleasure as her throat convulsed, tightening and rippling around me.
Her fingers dug viciously into my thighs, her arms extending to push me away while she tried to draw back, but my hands in her hair didn’t allow her much leeway.
Watching like a hawk, I pulled her back slowly, and just before I slipped from between her stretched lips, I pitched my hips and shoved her down, thrusting to the back of her throat again. Forest fires spread all through me as she gagged again. Her eyes watered, and she struggled and choked, nails clawing into the muscle under my skin.
“Fuck, yes,” I hissed, dragging her back. “Gag on me.” I thrust forward and forced her down, not so deep as before. “Choke on my cock.” Drag . “Choke on what you called a peanut.” Thrust . “You didn’t want to talk, so use that dirty mouth to make me feel good instead.” Drag. Thrust. Drag. Thrust. “Daddy’s going to fuck your throat so hard.” Faster. “And you’re going to love it, Mariyah.”
I grunted the last few words, holding her head still as I thrust, thrust, thrust .
A tear slipped down her reddened cheek as her lashes flickered and her eyes rolled back. Fuck, she was loving it. She was drooling and moaning and lapping her tongue around at every chance as I nailed her throat. She tried to bob her head when my tingling fingers grew slack in her hair, and I allowed her a few moments of freedom. When she tightened her suction, I snapped forward on a hard thrust and a feral growl, making another tear fall from her wet lashes.
Panting, I eased back until only the tip of my dripping length sat between her swollen lips. I held myself there as she sucked in huge gulps of air, her exhales spiking arrows of pleasure down my cock. Saliva dripped from her chin as another stray tear rolled down.
“Look at you,” I rasped. Fucking stunning.
I took my dick in one hand and tugged her face up towards the ceiling. She was putty in my hands, mouth hanging open, eyes unfocused, as I tapped my crown against her hot tongue.
“You enjoyed having my dick down your throat, didn’t you?” It was a rhetorical question. Not that she would’ve been able to answer anyway as I inched in a bit then pulled back and repeated the process a couple of times. “The only thing missing from your ruined face is my cum.” I knocked my wet dick against her cheek. “It’d look so good mixed with your saliva and tears.” One of her hands eased off my thigh as I drew my dick across her spit-covered chin. “One day. But not today.”
I lifted my length, ready to shove back in her mouth.
Just in time to watch her hand dip between her spread thighs and rub at her pussy over her panties.
I growled in annoyance, let go of my dick, and slapped my wet hand right across her breasts. She whimpered in surprise. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself. Move your hand now.” Emotions warred across her beautiful, messy face. “ Now .”
She winced as my hand pulled on her hair, but with a frustrated little noise, she moved her hand to rest atop her thigh.
“Better,” I said, then crouched down, keeping my hand in her hair. “I told you. Unless you ask for what you want, you won’t get anything. So, if you want to touch yourself or you want me to touch you, you have to ask nicely. Until then, your pretty cunt will remain covered and empty.”
Her brows bunched as she stubbornly gritted her teeth.
Such an impossible fucking menace.
“Five…four…three—”
“Please,” she bit out.
I arched a brow. “Please what?”
She rubbed her teeth together for one breath, two— “Can you touch me?”
“Where?”
“My pussy.”
“Why?” Her eyes ignited into icy blue flames. I leaned in and softened my tone. “Why, Mariyah?”
“Because it aches,” she snapped, but a whine quickly followed. “It aches so much.”
I slammed my mouth down on hers, swapping her words for my tongue and consuming myself with her. Her taste, her warmth, the feel of her soft, wet skin against the scruff of my beard. And she was delicious. Everything about her was. Even when she was driving me mad.
“You’re such a good girl,” I crooned between licking her eager tongue. “So good for asking.” Kiss . “And good girls don’t deserve to ache.” Kiss . “Get up for me.”
We both stood, Mariyah leaning some of her weight on me as she wobbled. Taking my hand out of her hair, I ripped my pyjama bottoms and boxers off the rest of the way, kicked them aside, and pulled my jumper over my head. Sweat made it stick to my shoulders, but once I got it off, Mariyah was standing before me naked, her lace shorts sitting by her feet.
Gripping her by the wrist, I dragged her with me to the chaise. She plopped at the edge when I pressed down on her shoulder.
“Lean back on your hands and spread your legs,” I said as I knelt on my knees before her. My hand snaked around to grip her throat. She did as she was told and parted her legs, giving me room to move closer. Her swollen sex glistened, and I moaned at the sight. “Look how fucking wet you are.”
I stroked my middle and third fingers over her clit and between her pussy lips, then shoved them right into her without any resistance. Mariyah groaned, dropping her head back and spreading her thighs wider. My dick pulsed with power and pride as I pumped my fingers steadily inside her.
“Look at me,” I growled, squeezing on her throat. She lifted her head, her lashes fluttering and barely able to stay open. “Tell Daddy what you want.”
“Faster,” she breathed out. “Fuck me faster. Harder.” I growled and stilled my fingers. She whimpered. “Please, Daddy.”
“Good girl.”
I rewarded her by giving her exactly what she wanted, thrusting my fingers in and out until her breaths and gasps were loud and she couldn’t keep still. She rocked and rolled her hips desperately as I sucked and nipped at her nipples in turn. But just as I felt the first ripple of her orgasm and felt her body tighten, I pulled my fingers out with a quiet, sloppy sound.
“No,” she groaned, her knees bowing in with a quiver, one knocking the side of my rib cage. Her lashes lifted high above flaring irises. “Shehryar!”
“Shh, shh, shh,” I said, pulling her by the throat closer to me. “I’m not denying you. But I want to hear you ask me for it. Ask me to make you come.”
Her face scrunched in. “Fuck you.”
A laugh bubbled in my throat, but I shoved it down and narrowed my eyes. She’d just lost the privilege of a countdown with that attitude.
Gripping her throat securely, I turned my other palm up.
And clipped her clit with a hard flick of my wrist.
Mariyah jerked on the settee, her teeth chattering over a whimper as she grimaced.
But I did it again. And again. And again. Slap after slap after slap on her sensitive clit without giving her the chance to recover from the previous pinch of pain until she broke.
“Please,” she cried and choked on a breath, sweat glistening on her skin. “Please, can you make me come? Please, Daddy. I want to come.”
I moaned as a thrilled warmth ran down my spine. Sinking towards her, I rubbed two sticky fingers over her clit, soothing and teasing it with light circles. “Say ‘ please, Daddy’ once more.”
She spread her thighs wide despite the scrunch of frustration on her brows. “Please, Daddy.”
I shoved my fingers back inside her, and she gasped and arched into my hand. Without wasting time, I built my pumps back into a quick, hard rhythm, rubbing the heel of my palm against her clit on every upward drive. She rocked with me until her breaths changed, her thighs locked, her inner muscles clenched, and her mouth hung open.
“Come,” I growled. “Give it to me.”
I leaned forward and sunk my teeth into the top curve of her breast, sucking harshly on her skin as she came around my fingers. She shuddered almost violently, her high-pitched cry ringing through the room. It was pained and broken and unconstrained and delicious. All for me.
When it turned into a gasp, she sagged back on her hands, and something in me wrenched out of its chains and howled savagely. My turn.
Letting go of her, I stood up, nearly staggering from the lack of blood reaching everywhere other than my erection. I gripped Mariyah around one elbow, pulled her towards the bed, and shoved her down. She flopped on her side but rolled onto her back and elbows as I climbed over her. With an arm around her waist, I pulled her further up the mattress, then hooked her thighs over mine. I braced one arm by her head and used the other to notch my dick into her pussy hole.
“Next time you miss having my dick inside you, stretching your greedy little cunt,” I rasped, “don’t act like a moody brat and throw a tantrum. Fucking ask me for it.”
I slammed my hips flush against her pelvis, burying fully into her hot, soaked pussy.
Her shriek and my groan were still ringing in the hot, sweaty air as I drew back. I could hardly breathe as pleasure wrapped impossibly tight ropes around me, but the clench of Mariyah’s sex, her fingers ripping through the skin across my back, her sweet, sweet cries wouldn’t let me stop.
I thrust forward. Dragged back. Thrust again. Harder. Faster. The world could’ve exploded around us, but there was no stopping me or slowing me down. I pounded into her cunt, not caring that she was still a little sensitive. In fact, I thrust harder because she was sensitive. Because it made her moan and cry out louder as she writhed and tugged and pushed at me like she couldn’t decide if she wanted me gone or wanted me deeper. I didn’t give her a choice. I drove deeper. Slower, but meaner.
“Fuck,” Mariyah sobbed, throwing her head back against the duvet on a hard, deep plunge. “Oh, fuck.” I dragged out. She whimpered. “ Please .” I slammed in. “Yes!”
I grunted as her inner muscles squeezed my dick like she was holding me in. My vision split and blurred under the pleasure, but I shook my head, gritted my teeth, and drove into her again. “Your greedy cunt doesn’t want to let me go, does she?”
“Shut up and fuck me,” she breathed out, digging the heel of her foot into my arse.
A grated chuckle passed between my teeth as I buried my face into Mariyah’s neck. I held still inside her and licked unashamedly across her damp skin. Her hand slipped into the back of my hair as she whined, and my eyes rolled as delicious sparks scattered across my scalp.
“Shehryar,” she half snapped, half gasped.
I ignored her and licked over her chin and across her bottom lip, then captured her mouth, kissing her heavily but slowly, lazily swiping at her tongue. She whined and pushed at me, pulling my hair and struggling with her mouth, but I pinned her with all my weight, doing what I pleased.
“Okay,” she cried when she finally managed to turn her face away. “Okay! Please . Please, fuck me.”
I groaned into her cheek as a hard pulse ricocheted down my dick. She was learning. Quickly.
“Better,” I moaned and dragged my hips back.
“I fucking hate you,” she uttered, her brows bunched.
I drove forward hard, and she cried out. “Yeah?” I said through a gritted smirk. “Then why don’t you show me? Show me how much you hate me but love my dick.”
Circling one arm under her waist, I rolled onto my back, swapping our positions and splaying her on top of me with my cock still inside her. Mariyah pushed against my chest, slowly sitting up, and tucked her knees and thick thighs against my sides. I gripped the supple flesh of her hips as she flicked her hair away and stared with bleary eyes and pink cheeks down at me.
“Go on,” I said, not making any attempt to move or lift her. “Fuck yourself on me. Use me like you would’ve used your toy. Mark me with your nails.” She curled her fingers into my pecs, the slight movement seeming unconscious. “Take what you want from Daddy.” Her lips parted in excitement. “Show me what a cum-slut you are even though you hate me.”
She narrowed her dilated eyes as she rose up slowly. “I’m not a cum-slut for anyone.”
My lips spread into a wide grin. She seemed to realise what her words implied and stilled, but I didn’t allow her to take it back. I dug my fingers into her hips and yanked her down. The gorgeous weight of her slammed against my pelvis, her hips and thighs jiggling as she cried out.
“That’s right,” I groaned. “You’re a cum-slut just for me.” Thrust . “You’re Daddy’s good little whore.” Thrust . “A fucking menace I can’t get out of my head.” Thrust . “A dirty little brat who just wants a big dick to fuck her senseless. Isn’t that right?” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
“Yes,” she sobbed up to the ceiling, driving herself up and down. “Fuck, yes.”
I slipped my grip around to her gorgeous arse and let her bounce and rock as she pleased, urging her on with praise and degrading names. She took and took until her impending orgasm made her movements jerky and desperate. She painted the perfect image of a greedy addict, and I loved it.
“Come, you fucking brat,” I growled as she rubbed herself back and forth against the hard plains of my belly.
She shrieked as she climaxed, her body tightening and vibrating down to the bone. My eyes rolled back as her inner muscles locked tight, and it took every ounce of willpower not to come with her.
Not yet, not yet, not yet. One more orgasm. One more.
“Fuck, yes,” I rumbled as she sagged forward.
Slipping my hand around her nape, I dragged her limp form closer and swallowed her pants into my mouth. I kissed her hard as I planted my feet on the duvet, lifting her up and forward.
I snapped my hips up and drove into her from underneath.
She sobbed into my mouth before tearing away. “Wa—it! I’m sensitive. I’m—”
But I kept pounding up into her, holding her close by the nape and one hand squeezing her arse cheek. “I don’t fucking care,” I growled and thrust, thrust, thrust . “You’re going to shut up and fucking take it. You’re gonna take Daddy’s dick until your greedy pussy hurts.”
“Shehryar!” Her face contorted in pain and pleasure. “Sher—” She choked on my name, clinging on to me desperately, one hand pulling at the top of my hair while the other cupped my damp cheek.
At some point, I urged her face against the side of mine, so she was sobbing and whimpering into my ear, and I was groaning and panting into hers. My senses were attacked from all directions, driving my beast wild with feverish pleasure. I fought hard against the snaking sensation curling around my dick and limbs, ready to shoot out at any second. But when Mariyah started grinding her clit against me again, I knew relief was coming soon.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted into my ear through her teeth. “Shehryar.”
A sharp arrow of bliss pierced my lungs. Fuck, I wasn’t going to last if she said my name again.
Only thinking about getting her to her climax, I slipped my hand on her arse down into the crevice. Her wetness was spread all over, allowing my middle finger to easily slip testing circles against the tight puckered bud of her arse. A growl was ripped from my throat as her pussy clenched around me.
“Fuck,” I grated, slamming into her. “Do you like that?” My voice was hoarse and quick as I rubbed my finger with more pressure. “Do you like having your arse played with? Is it gonna make you come if I slip my finger in?”
Her cry and crushing grip on my dick gave me my answer, and I pressed the blunt tip against the ring of muscle. There was a moment of resistance, but with her so aroused already, my finger slid in with ease about halfway. I gave it a slight rock, and that was all it took.
Screaming my name, Mariyah came for a third time, and my mind and lungs ceased to function. I couldn’t hold back as she wrung my dick. I roared into her neck, coming long and hard with slight jerks of my pelvis. White slashed across my vision, and my thighs locked to the point they burned.
I gasped for air like someone had been strangling me and clung on to Mariyah as we both went weak. She collapsed on top of me, panting heavily, unable to lift herself up. But I didn’t mind. She wasn’t very heavy, and the hot, sweaty weight of her on top of me helped guide my thrumming mind, body, and soul back down to float just above the ground.
Slipping my finger out of her, I rubbed my other hand from her nape down her back in a heavy, soothing stroke. She shuddered sweetly, and I turned my head, planting a kiss to her messy hair.
No wave of regret or “ I shouldn’t have fucked Esmeralda’s best friend—again ” thoughts came in the minute that followed. Everything felt quiet and peaceful and a little shaky, but light and easy.
It felt good. Really good.
But eventually, concern for Mariyah filtered into my brain, and I needed to do something about it.
This time, I was going to give her the aftercare I wanted and needed to.
With a grunt, I rolled us onto our sides. I slipped my dick out and edged back to look right into her sated eyes. “I’m going to go run a bath,” I said hoarsely. “And then I’m going to carry you to the bathroom, so I can wash you up.” I hardened my stare. “This is your room, so you can’t run this time, but I swear on Esmeralda’s life, if you even move, Mariyah, I will spank your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down without crying. Is that clear?”
She gave me a pointed look but didn’t say anything, and just that once, I allowed it.
“Don’t move,” I warned her one last time before getting up.