Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“Oh, Blake. I can’t,” she cried.

“Yes you can.”

I lifted her off my shaft and moved her to her stomach.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking this pussy how I want it.”

“Oh God.”

“You like it when I say that don’t you? When I tell you how much I want you?”

“Yes,” she begged. “It’s yours. I want your cock inside me. Please, Blake.”

I lifted her ass in the air, running my hand over the perfect roundness and softness of it. I wanted to bury myself in every part of her. Her mouth. Her ass. Her pussy. But her lips were already swollen and wet for me. I guided her back onto my dick and pushed inside her.

She hissed with release.

“Yes. More.”

I shoved her to the floor, hilting myself inside her. Her hips tilted up and I rocked inside her. My body covered hers. I kissed her ear, her neck. She turned her lips to find mine and I bit at her. Kissed her. Licked and sucked her skin while my cock pulsed inside her.

“It’s too intense,” she whimpered. “Please let me come.”

“Come hard for me.” I bit her ear as she exploded around my cock, squeezing and clamping against it like a damn vise.

“Holy hell, girl,” I groaned, knowing she had me. I couldn’t hold off.

My spine coiled before it moved to my belly and the orgasm ripped through me. I filled her with my come. It erupted from my powerful dick, spreading through her like lava.

Our bodies convulsed and shivered while the orgasms shook us and I knew that not only had I claimed her pussy again, but I had claimed Sierra.

The past was behind us, and whatever in the hell this was—it was ours.

21

Sierra

It happened out of nowhere. Sort of like one of the storms that blew in from the ocean. Blake had blown into my life again—and I liked it. I completely loved it.

It was hard to believe when I showed up on the island to pack up the house that instead I would end up in Blake’s arms again. That somehow we would find our way back to each other. I wondered if it was because we were like magnets who could never truly be pulled apart, or if it was because we were different people now. Older, wiser, bruised, hurt, but our new hearts were drawn to each other in a way that we never would have sustained if I had stayed.

Maybe leaving the island was the only way we would have ended up back in this place. I smiled.

I stretched my arms overhead in the big canopy bed. His huge body was sprawled out next to me. I bit my lip as I eyed his gorgeous skin and muscles. He was just pure sinful. That was the only way to describe him.

And the new ways he had made me come alive under his command were unimaginable. Sure we used to sneak around and have sex when we were teenagers, but this took sex to an entirely different level.

It was so much fun. It was as if our bodies were meant for each other. We just needed a little time away to learn new tricks. I giggled to myself. Because now, we were basically sexual dynamite, blowing each other’s minds with what we could do to the other.

My hand slid under the sheet. I couldn’t stop touching him. Now that we had found each other again, I couldn’t imagine not being with him. Sure, that was fast-forwarding everything. I knew it.

But my body was drawn to him in every way. And whether he was saying it because it turned him on, or because he really meant it—I was his again. My body belonged to Blake Wyatt

My fingertips walked over his hip and slipped to his bugling cock, already hard. I sighed, taking it in my hand. I rubbed the tip with my thumb, bringing it to life. Waking him up one small pump of my hand at a time.

He rolled on his back, not saying a word. Maybe we were past the part where we needed words.