Page 114 of Dare
The prince’s shape alone caused my lashes to flutter, the barest motion, the briefest friction sending a quick lurch of heat to the cleft of my thighs. In reflex, my cunt gripped him tighter. And in response, an aggrieved noise churned from Jeryn’s mouth.
Suspended, we fought to recover ourselves, the last few seconds threatening to drain us. However, we’d never been a delicate pair. We knew agony, and even though this was unlike anything I’d felt before, it didn’t take long for me to adapt. Nor him.
Swapping one more dark look, we flung ourselves into one another. Jeryn trapped my ass and slung his cock wholly out of me, then pitched back into my slit.
Then again. And again. And hellfire, again.
The buildup over and done with, the prince swiped his hips, his ass jutting between my thighs and splitting them apart. Heat shot through my blood. Pained whines fled my tongue, each one in tempo to the lashes of his cock.
Keeping his gaze on me, Jeryn’s features narrowed, furious concentration stringing across his features. With precision, he fixated on my reactions, using them to guide him. He angled his crown and pistoned, his buttocks working into me, the strength of his cock inciting mayhem.
Helpless, I let my forehead drop against his own. This close, our pupils fastened, challenging one another, demanding to see who outlasted the other. As though we were still adversaries, we pressed into each other while his hips struck between my thighs.
Stunned noises rushed into the air between us. Quickly, the muscles of my body expanded to accommodate his width, sealing around his flesh and sucking him deeply. Repeatedly, tirelessly, I crushed his roots in my fingers and rode his waist.
Our gazes tipped downward. Together, we watched our drenched bodies slapping, my cunt astride his cock, his crown pumping into my crease, his sac hitting my skin, and how my arousal smeared him.
Driven by the sight, Jeryn accentuated his movements, slinging his cock harder, faster. My whimpers launched into the heavens. The world blackened at the edges, all but the pulse of the whipping waves. I became nothing but sound and sensation. Because of that, I became everything.
I’d only ever been taken in the dark. But tonight, constellations swam in the ocean, illuminating the eventide so that I saw everything. I beheld what it looked like when someone pleasured me, what the grind of his waist did to my own, and how a deep flush burned across my skin.
My breasts jostled, my hips linked with his, and my body vaulted upward. The rhythmic snatch of Jeryn’s waist soaked me anew, my pussy widening for him, gripping and releasing his erection. We viewed all of this.
Then we watched as I charged into motion with him. Invigorated, I hefted myself up and down, matching his cadence. Linking my calves firmer around his ass and hooking my fingers to his nape, I used the momentum to bounce atop his cock. I raised and lowered myself in succession, my folds cinching Jeryn to the seat.
His eyes flashed, those controlled features slipping as I exaggerated the motions. I wanted to see his breakdown, to cause his downfall, to breach the final barrier.
In tandem, Jeryn whisked his body into mine, possessive and punishing. I attacked in kind, synching my body with his, waists slamming, hips beating.
Time and space vanished. Summer and Winter ceased to exist.
Our groans grew heavier and hotter and harsher. As one, we turned into wild creatures living in a wild land, each of us competing to overcome the other, to claim the other. We fucked the same way we’d shouted and crossed blades—hard and rough and livid.
But no longer hateful. Not that. Never again.
Fire licked up my spine. My cries multiplied and grew sharper, while Jeryn’s growls became huskier, angrier.
An eternity passed, with neither of us lagging. Every second provoked us more and more and more. Like a drifter and a pursuer, we sought one another’s weak spots and our hidden spots.
Never mind how the prince managed to bolster my weight for this long. The stamina of his cock was nothing short of excruciating. With measured jabs, the brunt of Jeryn’s waist pitched me high.
I swiveled my hips, my pussy and his cock crashing together. With rivulets streaming down my skin, I galloped on him, rowing back and forth. The pleasure crested, nirvana approaching. I keened, racing after that crescendo, fearing its end.
I screamed into the sea, “More!”
“How much more?” Jeryn gritted, then flung his cock deeper. “This much?”
He siphoned higher, the tip of his cock striking a tight place that split me in half. My thighs flayed wider, and my cunt opened wider, and my mouth fell wider. “Oh!”
“Louder,” he hissed. “Louder, my little beast.”
That, I could do. With him, I could make noise that shot across continents.
I let loose in every way. Barreling forth, I bucked my hips into his, shoving his cock deeper and higher, my walls flooding Jeryn.
His head craned back, the better to see my expression while our hips smashed into one another. The prince’s growls overlapped with my moans. Seizing my waist, he bobbed me above his standing cock, the head parting my walls on each descent, inciting a flurry of prickles down my skin.
We could die from this. The pleasure was so intense, we might burst and scatter across the sea. Yet I didn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, couldn’t stop.