The Beginning of Everything by Kristen Ashley Page 0,85
reached toward her.
She reached toward him as well, but her aim was different.
Thus, she grasped tight hold of his hard cock, pleased to hear his pained grunt.
Keeping hold, she got up on her own knees and placed her face an inch from his.
She gave his shaft a rough tug, got another grunt, and staring into his unusually tilted black eyes, she demanded, “You will finish what you start.”
“Yes,” he replied. “I will.”
Her wrist was then captured, and he pulled his hips away, freeing himself from her hold. He veered to the side as his other hand went into her back, shoving her down.
His hand at her wrist twisted it behind her back and then drew it up.
Harshly.
She gasped in pain against the silks over the mattress that were to her face as he kicked her knees apart with one of his own.
She’d assumed wrongly.
He was not a Dellish peasant, easily subdued and made submissive.
He was also not a Firenz servant, whose wish would naturally be at her command.
He was not simply a man confused at a strong woman who demanded her own needs be met and careful in his treatment of her lest he “harm” her.
He was one of Mars’s Trusted Ones. The Firenz king’s guard that was legendary throughout all the lands.
In other words, he was the best of the best of warriors in his realm.
As was she.
And as the pain snaked through her shoulder as he drew her wrist farther up her back, she was realizing her mistake.
She tried to push up on her free hand, but it caused significantly more pain.
Therefore, with only one hold on her, he had total control.
And when she felt the tip of his cock glide through her wet, she suddenly didn’t mind.
He slammed inside.
Her hair went flying as her head jerked back.
Then he used her.
By the goddess.
He used her.
“Would you care to climax?” he asked casually, driving inside.
“Y-yes,” she whispered, rearing back into his thrusts, her arm still caught behind her, her nipples hard, painful points, the walls of her tightening as his cock beat inside.
He pulled out, let her wrist go, twisted her to her back and caught her ankles tight in his grip, lifting them high so her arse left the bed.
Then he spread them wide.
He set one on his shoulder to put a hand between them, his long cock penetrated her again and she clenched her teeth at the satisfaction of having him back.
He took hold of the ankle he’d released, and she lost herself in the show of him thrusting inside.
No Dellish peasant had that chest.
Those shoulders.
Not even the pleasing Firenz servants had his magnificence.
And his face…
“Touch yourself,” he ordered.
She…
Perform for…
Him?
“You,” she returned the command, though it didn’t sound very commanding, as it was breathless.
He let loose her ankle, reached between them and pinched her clit brutally.
Her lower half spasmed and her eyes rolled into her head in ecstasy.
Hand back to her ankle, he grunted, “You.”
Serena rolled her eyes again to him.
“No,” she challenged, “You.”
He pulled out, let go of her ankles, and she cried out when he reached to her, lifted her by the throat, whipped his legs around so that he was seated on the edge of the mattress, and adjusted his hold to the back of her neck.
She was then shoved face first into the bed, her bottom half over his thighs.
His hand came down and the crack to her arse broke through the room.
“Oh my goddess,” she breathed, trembling at the same time pushing up at his hold on her neck. “Release me,” she demanded.
He struck her again.
Her voice was thick when she repeated, “Release me.”
And he spanked her again.
And again.
And again.
After more, Serena inched her legs apart in an eager invitation, feeling her wet dripping onto his thighs.
“Please,” she begged.
She had no idea what she was begging for, but whatever he wanted, she knew she would give it to him.
It was then she found herself on her knees on the floor with the Mystic standing in front of her with legs planted wide, thrusting his cock into her mouth.
She wrapped her fingers around his arse and, in a daze, her eyes drifted up to his handsome face.
He took hold of her hair and rumbled, “You’ll swallow.”
She nodded her head, suckling desperately, clutching the tight globes of his sculpted arse.
He held her gaze as he used her mouth and only closed his eyes mere moments before he flooded her throat with his seed.