Tyrant Twins (Tyrant Dynasty 1)

My fingers wrap around the thick head of his cock, the skin velvety smooth in my hand. I moan when I feel the drop of pre-cum already on his cock, the bead wet under my fingers. I pull my hand out of his boxers and bring my index finger to my lips, giving it a long, delicious lick. I’ve come a long way since I was the sweet little girl whose innocence was taken away by her stepbrother…

The moment I lick his cum from my finger is the second he comes undone. With a low growl emanating from deep in his throat, he flips me on my back and rips my panties off to put my pulsating sex on full display. Already panting, he licks a finger fervently and pushes it inside me without waiting for my approval. I moan, and my back arches as he checks if I’m ready for him. Finding me wet and willing, he gives me a satisfied grin and removes his finger, gripping his cock and guiding it toward my dripping entrance.

“Want me?” he asks hoarsely, running the tip of his hard cock over my lips and clit until I’m mewling, asking him for more with animalistic sounds of pleasure. But he hasn’t had enough, and he taunts me further by slapping my pussy with his cock.

“Please,” I whisper softly. “Need you inside. Need your cock in me,” I beg him.

And he doesn’t need to be told twice, gripping my waist with one hand while he guides his cock inside me with the other. I yelp as he drives his full length inside me, his hard-on so big and thick it almost bruises my insides.

“Fuck,” he groans, leaning down until we’re face-to-face, his mouth taking mine in a violent kiss. He grips my bottom lip between his teeth and bites down just hard enough to make me moan. “Be good for me, Junebug... Let me fucking have you.”

Arching my back again, I take in the whole depth of his cock, pounding deeper and deeper with each thrust of his hips. I can feel him pulsating inside me, and my pussy responds with the same fervor, my juices running down my leg.

This is how we like it in the morning—quick and rough. I’ve discovered I have a thing for dominance, and while Kade was extremely hesitant at first, he now doles it out with an iron fist. And I love it. I love his rule over my body, mind, and spirit. All of me belongs to him, and I whisper as much in his ear as he pounds his cock into my dripping wetness. I know neither of us will last much longer, so I clench my walls even more and Kade groans when he feels me tightening around his cock. In seconds, his pants grow into raspy breaths and groans, and then he clutches strands of my hair in a fist and breathes heavily in my ear.

“Come on my cock, Junebug,” he orders, and I moan, knowing it won’t be long before I obey his wish. “Come on,” he says, pulling my head back by the hair. “Be a good girl for me. Let me feel you come.”

I feel the vibrations start deep in the pit of my belly, running through every limb until my whole body is under pressure. I come with a loud curse, my clit throbbing as he finds it with his fingers, massaging rhythmically and not letting go even when my orgasm should stop.

“Need to come with you, Junebug,” he groans in my ear as a strangled cry escapes my lips, encouraged by his rubbing of my swollen clit. “Right fucking now.”

He groans loudly and curses before I feel him pulsing in me, finally releasing his cum, which I've come to crave so badly. I feel the liquid running down my leg as he releases his hold inside me, and I don’t waste a second. Not even waiting for him to finish and still dizzy from my own orgasm, I move from under him and to the side while he collapses on the bed next to me, still moaning. Then I move down and take his throbbing cock in my mouth, licking him clean.

The taste of his cum was an acquired taste, but now it’s like I have an addiction. I lick every last drop and suck him dry until he can only groan with each movement of my tongue over his thick head. Finally, when I’m satisfied with my own work, I let Kade cradle me in his arms, giving him a mischievous smile.

“Now, it’s a good morning,” I say wickedly, and his grin mirrors mine as I settle in his arms, the sheets damp with our combined juices.

And it’s at moments like this—with the blissful mornings and the crazy orgasms—that I can forget about the predicament we’re in. If only for a few minutes.