Page 94 of Prince of Pain
“Legs over my shoulders,” he murmured as he kissed my clit, a shudder rolling through me as he stared up at me from between my legs as I did as he asked. “Good girl.”
I gasped as he pressed his mouth to my clit and teased me with his tongue lightly, but the sweet touches didn’t last long before he started eating me like a man starved.
My fingers threaded through his hair, and I jerked as the impending orgasm started teasing me, his arm lifting to slide across my stomach. It looked sweet, but in reality, he was getting ready to hold me down and blow my mind.
His grip tightened as I squirmed, his free hand sliding between my legs to push two fingers inside me.
“Ry—” My begging tone didn’t get a response other than to make him move his fingers faster, brushing my G-spot with every stroke until I was coming hard. The more I cried for him to stop, the faster he went, only stopping when he’d decided he’d tortured me enough.
I drank him in as he kicked his pants off while leaving open mouth kisses on my thighs, not taking his eyes off me for even a second.
He kept my legs over his shoulders as he moved to lay over me, forcing my knees back by my head and reaching between us to rub his dick against my sensitive clit, making me jerk as he slapped it against my pussy.
“Now you’ve come, it’s my turn.” He slammed into me without any more warning, pushing as deep as possible while keeping my legs pinned back. It was deep, almost too damn deep to the point of pain. “Such a slut for me.”
I wrapped my arms around him to pull him closer to kiss, loving the taste of myself on his lips. The kiss was rough, and it was obvious he needed more when he let out a grunt of frustration.
When he leaned back, I slapped him.
That turned him on and pissed him off at the same time, and I wasn’t surprised when he slapped me back. It was harder than usual and I groaned, my pussy clenching around him.
“Fuck, do that again.”
I’d never come from being slapped before, but my body was building a release, soaking in the stinging pain.
His hand connected with my cheek again, putting me right on the edge, and I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, the sounds turning slightly raspy as his fingers closed around my throat.
We were both panting by the time he slammed into me one final time and pumped me full of cum, his face falling to the crook of my neck as he laid over me without moving.
I clenched my pussy, making him groan. “Give me a second, and I’ll fuck you again.”
“Next time, we need to put the phone on a stand or something. I don’t even know when I dropped it,” I giggled, blindly reaching around the bed for his phone. I found it, turning off the recording before putting it back on the bed to rake my fingers through his hair. “Next round, I’m on top.”
“Deal.” There was a knock at the door, and he huffed. “Hold that thought. Bra off. I want those tits bouncing in my face when I get back.”
He pulled out of me and grabbed his boxers off the floor to put on before padding out of the bedroom to see who it was, and I took the time to slip into the bathroom to clean the mess between my legs and unclasp my bra like he’d asked. I hated people telling me what to do, but it was hot when he did it.
“What the fuck?!” Ryder shouted, and I quickly finished my business and headed back into the bedroom, almost running into Caden, who spun around so fast he almost fell over.
“Jesus, Tempest. Put some clothes on.”
“It’s not like you knocked on the bedroom door,” I argued, reaching for the robe hanging just inside the bathroom. “What’s going on?”
Something crashed in the other room, and I abandoned my conversation with Caden to see if Ryder was okay, finding him being restrained on the floor by Slash.
My eyes raised to find Rory making her way towards me, her voice flat with disgust. “The bill is paid until ten tomorrow morning. You have until then to find somewhere else to go.”
“What? Where are you taking him?” I demanded, but she just shook her head like I was the crazy one. She was the one who was kidnapping her adult son.
“He’s coming home. Stay the fuck away from him, I mean it. This shit has gone on long enough.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t act stupid with me, Tempest. He’s not funding your bullshit anymore. Get sober, get a fucking job, and stop dragging people down with you.”
“I’m not?—”
“He was clean!” she snapped, stepping into my personal space to glare at me. “Eight fucking months of fighting his demons, just for you to come and fuck it up with yours. You stay the fuck away from my kids until you get some goddamn help.”