Page 72 of A Kingdom of Lies
He then reached forward, took my jaw in his hand and pulled me until my mouth was full.
“Hands to yourself,” Duncan commanded as he begun to move, in and out, slow and gentle. “I want your mouth only.”
Despite my desire to, I really couldn’t get the entire length inside. Duncan revelled in that fact. Tears streamed my cheeks, the deeper he thrust. Duncan cleared them with his thumb, but more spilled every time his cock brushed the back of my throat.
He moaned like an animal, head knocked back as I worked at him. The sounds he made encouraged me, the hand at the back of my head guiding the rhythm of my sucking.
Before the ache in my jaw turned from song to scream, Duncan pulled me from him, picked me up beneath my armpits until I practically dangled from the floor. Duncan didn’t care for the spittle around my mouth, coating my chin and cheeks, as our mouths crashed back together. I lost myself to him, allowing myself to be moved around as though I did not control my own limbs.
Soon enough the world was tilted, and I was laid back down on my back.
“You never fail to surprise me with your talents,” Duncan murmured, fingers leaving red lines in the skin of my legs as he dragged them upwards. “Do you know what restraint it has taken for me not to finish within your delightful mouth? Do you?”
I shook my head, gasping as his fingers tickled beneath my thighs. We held each other’s gaze as he trailed his touch all the way to the sensitive part of my arse. “I told you that you had no patience.”
“Wicked, Robin. Teasing me for my lack of control. I’ll punish it out of you,” he groaned, pressing the tip of his finger in ever so slightly, enough to make my body quiver. “I’m going to fuck you now, okay?”
I reached for his hand, desperation taking over. “Do it, please, do it.”
“Where were my manners?” Duncan smiled in response to my begging. “May I fuck you, King?”
King. Such a funny title. I hardly felt like a king, especially now. On my back for a man who had sworn his life to hunt others like me. Oh, how the tables had turned. No, the tables had been completely flipped over, smashing into lots of tiny pieces.
With one hand, Duncan ran circles around the sensitive heart of my arse. With the other, he drew his tongue up his fingers, spitting upon them until they dripped.
“Yes,” I breathed. “You may.”
I closed my eyes as bliss overcame me. Duncan rubbed his wet fingers upon my sensitive entrance, the tip of his finger slipping inside of me as a promise for what was to come.
My back arched, forced down by his hand on my abdomen.
“I will give you a throne worthy of sitting upon,” Duncan said.
Euphoria exploded behind my closed eyes like stars dying in the night. “And I’ll ride within you like a steed worthy of royalty.”
I opened my eyes, fixing them on Duncan, wondering why he’d not entered me yet. I was so completely focused on Duncan that the shadows around us swallowed the room entirely. There was something serious about his expression, a moment of pause that came with worry.
“Are you sure you want me, Robin?” Duncan asked.
“I do,” I moaned as his finger slipped further into me. “Fuck me, Duncan. Take me for yours and do as you will.”
He released a long, laboured breath. “Oh, Robin, you’ll come to wish you never gave me permission. It’s men like me who will ruin your life.”
“Then shatter it,” I replied, peeling back every layer or wall that I had built up around him. “Destroy it. Duncan. Ruin me… entirely.”
And so, he did, without pain or discomfort. Duncan took my body and claimed it.
Duncan eased his length into me, a look of pure focus peppered across his brow. He watched himself slowly enter me, paying mind not to cause me pain, each breath allowing him to work further into me, shaft wet with his own excitement and spit.
Soon enough he built into a rhythm, each stroke sending bursts of pleasure up my spine. I closed my eyes, witnessing the explosions of colour that filled my mind. And my power… It crept out from me, cooling the sweat that laced my skin, without going too far. It held some restraint from breaking completely free and turning the world to ice.
This was divinity. Losing myself to a man who, in return, lost himself to me.
We were at it for an age. Fucking, bodies dancing.
Duncan surprised me most when he lifted my foot to his mouth, tongue twisting around my toes, sucking and nipping. At first the feeling stunned me, but soon I melted into it, enjoying every flick of his tongue and every graze of his teeth.
I never wanted it to end. But all good things stop eventually.
