Page 194 of Dare
We didn’t wait, because we had done enough of that. We charged into each other, moving in desperate sync. Ushering my gaze down to his, Jeryn launched his hips, and I bore my pussy down on him, our waists beating, our faces pressed.
“I have thought of this,” he grunted. “I have wanted this every second since you left.”
“I did too,” I whispered. “I touched myself every night, made myself come to memories of you.”
The king rasped and hurled his cock into me, keeping pace with my swinging waist. The points of my breasts rubbed his pecs, which rose and fell in rapid succession. I hunched into him, lost in a stupor, lost in his arms, lost in this forest. And there, I found my treasure.
My love. My home.
With sweat drizzling down my spine and my hair in disarray, I unraveled like a loose knot, my stomach waving, grinding on his lap. I savored the feeling, his cock expanding, the prow splitting me open. I bobbed up and down, flinging my hips into him, moans shooting from my mouth, loving how he watched me, his gaze piercing.
With our bodies attached, mist poured onto us. We made love and fucked until everything beyond faded. I feasted on the sight of him, how the sharp inclines of his face tightened with each measured pass of his cock, my pussy sealing around the rigid flesh, his control slipping with every whip of my ass.
Heat swirled in the place where we pumped into one another. The volcanic noises I made grew louder, longer, faster. Jeryn’s cock hardened more, spreading my walls, the traction building.
He saw it happening, felt the combustion approaching. I wept, because it was too good, too soon. Yet Jeryn only magnified the torture by accentuating his movements and grabbing me tighter, tacking me to him so that I felt every puncture of his cock.
“You’re going to come,” he hissed. “You’re going to do that now.”
“Fuck,” I sobbed. “Please.”
Please not yet. I wanted more, everything, always.
But before I could delay, my senses climbed that zenith. My cunt tensed and then burst into the ether. Eddies of heat scattered, my pussy convulsing and draining down his cock.
Jeryn made a serpentine noise. His waist didn’t let up, siphoning in and out while I broke apart around his thrusts. I shouted from the pit of my lungs, the tumult blasting like dynamite, like a roaring ocean, like a heartbeat.
Linked around Jeryn’s powerful bulk, filled to the brim with him, I writhed like a bonfire. I came for him, for myself, for us. Then I collapsed, the climax flowing through my veins, stirring my body to life instead of exhausting me.
The king held me fast, his gaze intent as I rode out the crescendo. And still, his waist kept thrusting, his cock stroking my walls and reigniting me. Not seconds into this bliss, he riled up my senses again.
Unable to keep still, I arched my waist and released Jeryn’s length. Elated by his protesting grunt, I unwound my legs from his waist, scrambled off his lap, and reached for him. My villain king catapulted off the ledge, knowing what I sought.
Spinning me toward the vista and nipping the side of my throat, he murmured, “Eyes on the wild, my beast.”
My pulse clamored as he ran his palms up my biceps and lifted them. Twining my arms over his shoulders, Jeryn threaded my fingers atop the nape of his neck. Flush against his torso, I felt his heart galloping, his cock lifting against my ass, the flesh glazed in my climax.
Securing me to him, Jeryn glided his knuckles down my side. My eyelids hooded at the sensuous maneuver, then my head rested on his collarbone as he sank his fingers between my thighs. Oxygen caved from my lungs as he felt the shape of my pussy, the soaked groove, and the ruched flesh of my clit.
Muttering an oath, he swirled the liquid over my bare folds. The gesture stoked my cries, his name dangling off the tip of my tongue. I squirmed, then sighed when he pulled away, ghosted his hand down my inner thigh and hooked beneath my leg. Raising it off the ground, Jeryn fanned my limb outward and planted my foot on the rim.
On instinct, my other leg extended, splaying me fully. Humming, the king banded one arm around my midriff, joined his free fingers with mine at his nape—and lashed his cock into me.
Like a rope pulled taut, I snapped. My spine arched into Jeryn’s muscles, a moan clotting my throat. The position changed the angle of his flesh, the crown striking high and narrow.
From behind, Jeryn resumed his pace. He threw his pelvis into me, the width of his erection hitting that dazzling spot, the place where my screams resided. In tempo to his body, I jostled upward, taking his thrusts, my pussy drenching him.
I matched his cadence, using the ledge for momentum and rolling my backside.
Jeryn panted into my neck, his breath fraying at the seams. “Kiss me,” he demanded. “Kiss me, Flare.”
Twisting my head, I captured his mouth with my own. I swallowed his groans, sweeping my tongue over his and licking every sound. Avid, Jeryn burrowed his lips as if I might disappear.
Our mouths braced, moans colliding there. He pounded into me, and I pounded back. The brunt of our movements grew rougher, faster, headier. Ardency had us clasping one another, an attempt to fuse ourselves together, forming something unbreachable.
Jeryn flexed his tongue and pitched his cock, the motions far from composed. I cried out and reeled my cunt, sucking him deeper. My fingers met with his over the back of his neck, and his other arm pressed me close.
“I would kill for you,” he swore, thrashing his waist into my ass. “I will live for you.”