Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

I tried to gulp for air. “What do you want m

e to do?” I asked, needing direction. I wanted to give him whatever he wanted.

“See, we have a problem, Sierra.”

My lips parted with a loud moan when he pushed a finger inside my entrance. I squeezed and tightened around it.

“Wh-what is it?” My hips began to rock involuntarily into his hand.

He shoved another wide finger inside and I bucked at the impact before I reached a new deeper rhythm.

“You’re too fucking sexy.” He kissed the side of my neck, biting his way to my shoulder. “And I want to fuck you hard. So hard you come as soon as I shove my cock inside you.”

“Oh God.” Did he have any idea I was already close to that? I could feel the tight coil in my core spinning in dizzying circles the harder he pumped and the wilder I rode his fingers.

“And the problem with that is that I want to fuck you all night.”

My eyes flashed to his.

He kept going. “So I’m going to have to figure out how to drag this out as long as possible because there is no way one fuck with you is going to be enough tonight.”

My thighs began to tingle and I knew I was going to come. I wouldn’t be able to hold off if he kept up the twirling of his fingers as he pushed inside me. And then his thumb flicked over my swollen clit and I yelped with pleasure.

“So, I’m going to fuck you every way I can think of first before I take you. Do you understand?”

I nodded vigorously. I wanted that entire promise. I began bouncing harder, needing the first release.

He grabbed the hair at the back of my head, holding my lips under his.

“But you come only when I say come,” he commanded.

I looked into his eyes as his lips crashed against mine and his fingers dove deep inside me with exquisite torture. I clenched around them, mewing and whimpering. I shook in his arms.

“Fuck, you’re wet, baby,” he growled.

“Please, I can’t …” I was wild with need. Wild with a fever burning under my skin.

“Keep fucking my fingers. Keep fucking me,” he growled.

I bounced harder and faster, clawing and grasping his shoulders. His teeth clamped over my tit with a sudden bite and I screamed. There was no way I could hold off the orgasm. Everything he did fed my erotic appetite.

I rocked into him as my body shook. I tried to control it. I held on for life. I didn’t want to disappoint him. I didn’t want to come before he was ready to release me.

I felt the cool air brush over my nipple as he raised his eyes to me. “Fuck, you’re a dirty girl.” He grinned. “Now, come baby. Make me wet. Soak me with your juices.”

And I lost it. My eyes closed as the waves took over my body with unexpected eruptions of pleasure. One after another.

“Fuck, yeah.” Pierce watched me with satisfaction while I ground my hips into his hand.

Finally, the sensations slowed and I took a deep breath.

His eyes were on me, but if I thought he was going to give me a chance to take a break, I was wrong.

He settled back on his knees, unzipped his jeans, and yanked them over his feet. He threaded his head through his T-shirt and I marveled at the sculpted man in front of me. His biceps were toned with hard angled muscles. My eyes dipped lower and I saw the bulge in his boxer briefs. Holy hell.

“I want you on your knees on the floor.”

I stared at him for a second. There was an instinct under my skin to refuse, but I was too turned on. My body radiated from the first orgasm he gave me. I wanted another.