King Sized

He lifts his head, the hunger in his eyes making my heart race.

After one final lapping lick of my buzzing hive of nerves, he comes to his knees and grips the hem of his white shirt. He hesitates slightly, then strips it off. And I quite simply gape at his perfectly padded brawn. I was right about his hair. There is a lot of it, black and thick, the abundance of it caressing his broad chest and thick belly lovingly.

Rex looks down at himself. “This body is not worthy of you,” he says, unfastening his pants. “But my cock is long and sturdy. It will service you well. I’ll see to it.”

With that, he unloads his shaft from his pants and I suck in a breath. Long and sturdy do not begin to cover it. The sight of him is almost…crude. Nestled in a thatch of black hair, his sex is wide-veined, curved upward. Mottled red from the pressure within, it has the circumference of my ankle. For all its fearsome qualities, it is the most sensual, exciting thing I’ve ever seen.

“You are beautiful,” I whisper. “Every inch.”

He swallows, emotion flickering in his eyes, and reaches down to cup me between the legs, gathering my virgin blood in his palm and smearing it across his chest, growling in a gratified manner as he performs the task. Then he drops all that glorious weight down on top of me, positioning his hips between my thighs. “It will be the greatest honor of my life to ride you, my queen.” His mouth finds mine, kissing it slowly, thoroughly, his tongue sinking into my mouth again and again. “To bring you to orgasm. To make the smoothest thighs in all the kingdom and beyond shake around me.”

I stroke my hands through the unruly black hair atop his, coasting them down his back, running my knees up and down his heaving ribcage. “I want to please you, too.”

His laugh is a rough scrape of sound. “A given, love.” Rex guides his shaft between my legs, making a sound in his throat as he feeds several inches into my body. “Christ, but my queen is so tight. You’re just a wee girl of eighteen, aren’t you?” he grits out. “I should be ashamed of how soundly I want to fuck you.”

My sex contracts to the tune of his rough language, my hands flying to his shoulders and clinging tight when the discomfort begins to take hold. I look up at Rex, trying to show him all the trust I have in my heart for him—and he seems to momentarily lose his breath over it, before he chokes out a desperate sound and punches forward with his hips, seating himself completely inside of me.

There is a sharp twinge of pain in my middle, the discomfort of being stretched so completely. Without reverse. I can feel him making me his and that visceral proof of being claimed steals my focus from the hurt. And I just see Rex. Just feel Rex.

“Britta. Ah God,” he pants. “Sweet fucking hell, it’s so warm and wet.”

He wasn’t lying when he told me he’d lose his head.

Rex moans, low and masculine, his jaw unhinging. His big body heaves down onto mine, that bulky lower body seems to thrust involuntarily, pushing my thighs open by force, flesh smacking into flesh in quick succession. For long moments, he seems unable to do anything but…but rut me with great, brutal drives, before visibly reining himself in on a groan.

“Forgive me,” he says brokenly into my neck. “I’ve never known heaven like this.”

“It’s okay,” I whisper, grazing his scalp with my fingernails. “I love it.”

He breathes relief over my fevered skin and balances himself on his right forearm, trailing the fingertips of his left hand down to my breasts. He teases my nipples by rolling them between his big, blunt fingers, molding the whole of my breasts in his palms. Loving them openly. Eyes locked on mine, as if voracious for the knowledge of what I like, the journey of his hand continues downward until he reaches my clit, pressing against my swelling nub, creating a slick, firm pattern that has me gasping for air. And as he wrecks me with his touch, he tunnels his huge sex into me, pulling out and slapping straight in, faster and harder each time, grunting, the muscles in his thick buttocks flexing and straining.

There is no trace of the discomfort now. There is only Rex on top of me, the very picture of a warrior enjoying the spoils of war. He blocks out the rest of the world, whittling my existence down to the breadth of his mountainous shoulders, the sensual chafe of his chest hair raking up and down over my breasts, abrading my nipples deliciously.

I’m being driven to the brink by his fingers between my legs, but the sensation of being…plowed full is so base and raw, it unlocks a sexual appetite I didn’t know I possessed. I start to focus on that pounding inside me, the magical lands Rex reaches with every punch of his shaft, and my body quickens violently, an ominous eddy swirling in my belly.