17 Everleigh Beautiful War—Kings of Leon #3
Following his command, I cling to Sterling while he lifts me from the mattress to sit astride him. I’m manoeuvred on top in a seat of power. The position hits a much deeper angle, making my eyes roll back.
“If you want it, take it,” he orders smugly.
“I’ve never done it . . . like this.”
“Just do what feels natural.”
Coiled around him, I lift myself from his lap, then push back down. His hips begin to move in time to my motions, meeting each downwards push to spear my slit.
My head lolls on my shoulders, thighs burning from the force of rising and falling at a quickening rate. Each time I take him inside, I push a little harder. I’m fervently testing my own limits.
“Harder,” I command, slamming myself down on him. “I want more.”
“Take it. Use me for your pleasure.”
His upwards driving feeds the fuel carrying me towards a crescendo. Reaching between us, Sterling locates my clit and circles it with his thumb, adding a new layer of sensitivity to my frayed nerves.
“That’s it,” Sterling encourages. “Make yourself cum all over me.”
Working myself on his length is torture. My nails rake over his shoulders, scratching deeply. Sterling maintains a crushing grip on my hips to steer our bodies.
We writhe in a tangle, tightly entwined. He finds my nipple to tweak the bud, surging into me with a ferocity that makes my detonation inevitable. Muscles tense and shudder, preparing for the attacking force to arrive.
When the implosion hits, I tense around his cock, forming an unbreakable knot. Sweat dots over me, hair raising on my body as a cold flush turns scalding from the force of my release.
“Oh, God! Sterling!”
“Yes,” he growls out. “Fall apart for me.”
The room blurs. Core contracting and tingling. An inferno sweeps away all distractions but the feel of him snug against my internal walls, carrying me to the finish line. I heave for air, unable to fully inflate my lungs.
“You’re stunning,” he praises. “Fucking breathtaking.”
Extricating me from his length, Sterling sets me down face first on the bed and draws up onto his knees. I’m putty in his hands with a faceful of sheets, enabling him to lift my ass into the air and spank it.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Then he’s back inside me, relentless and demanding. I’m already relaxed from two orgasms, enabling him to surge into me in a determined beat. Fingertips bruise my hips to hold me prone for his forwards charge.
Smack.
Electricity zaps up my spine, wrapping around each nodule.
Smack.
Another series of pumps fuck me into a senseless puddle.
Smack.
With each hit, I long for the sharp burst of pain more. It cuts through my haywire senses, causing me to scream out in frenzied want. I can’t see straight, but still I long for his heat nestled inside me.
“Give me one more,” Sterling puffs in a frenzy. “I want us to cum together.”
“I can’t . . .”
“You can. Do you trust me?”
“I do.” My cry is shameless.
“I’m going to try something.”
Pressing my lower back, he encourages my spine to curve more, pushing my breasts into the bed. The pose allows him full access to every part of me. All it takes is a wet fingertip to glide over my backside and everything inside me coils tight.
“Easy, Eden. You’re safe.”
“What are you . . .”
“Relax for me, baby.”
Spreading my own juices over his digit, he uses the slick lubricant to edge the tip of his finger inside my asshole. Stars explode behind my eyes as a new world of sensation rips me wide open.
“Such a good girl. I knew you could take it.”
With his dick worshipping me and a fresh intrusion blasting past any limits I once had, I no longer resemble a human. Just a wanton wreck, begging for the relief only he can grant me.
“Now give me one more, love. Spread your juices over my cock.”
“Yes!” I scream out. “Oh, fuck!”
Easing his finger in and out of my rear entrance, Sterling finds a matching rhythm. I’m pounded into, the pace quickening to a relentless sprint that gives me no option but to fracture apart. He won’t allow anything else.
Sterling roars through his own release, perfectly timed with my pussy clenching into a vice around him. We both shudder and brace, riding our own individual waves. His body vibrates behind me from the force of his loud grunt.
Then we’re collapsing in a sweaty heap, slumping sideways to curl up together. I’m drawn into his chest. Even post-sex, he cradles me close with such tender care. I let myself snuggle into his damp chest and catch my breath.
“Are you okay?” He summons a loose pant.
“Boneless.”
“In a good way?”
The fact he’s worried is actually cute.
“A phenomenal way,” I reply roughly. “God, Sterl. I don’t think I’ll ever walk again.”
“Then I’ll carry you around every single day.”
“Yeah right.” My nose tickles where I snort into his chest.
“It’d be worth it for this.”
Breath feathers through my hair, his heartbeat booming in my ears. The sound soothes me into a trancelike lull. Even satiated and comfortable, tendrils of worry manage to worm their way into my post-sex blissout.
This man gave me a home.
And I’ll fight like hell to keep it.