Risking the Crown (The Crown 2)

“Oh Blake. Oh God,” I begged for release, but as he rode me harder it turned to pure ecstasy.

I bounced and sighed as the rocking built inside my core, pushing me to accept the newness of our bodies. The newness of our passion. The tension and anticipation finally unraveling in this moment. The waiting coming to an end. The longing realized. It was all here between us as Blake sank his cock into me, forging erotic places our bodies had never been together.

“Fuck, Sierra. You’re so tight. Your pussy has always been mine hasn’t it?”

I nodded, unable to find the words to describe the feeling. I was a bundle of sensation and wonder. Not knowing my body was capable of all Blake was challenging it to accept.

He reached forward twisting my clit between his fingers.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“It’s yours, baby,” I moaned.

“Tell me it was always mine,” he growled.

I choked back the tears. “It was always yours.” And that was the reality that hit me. It was. I’d never belonged to anyone else after Blake.

He slammed into me over and over as I tried to press back into him. His balls slapped at my wet folds as our groans filled the living room. It was primal and raw. The most exposed and real sex I’d ever had. And I needed it. I needed him. I needed him this way. To strip everything away. To start over. To make me his in an entirely different way.

My belly clenched and tugged as the control I had, began to slip away.

“Oh, Blake,” I growled. “I’m going to come.”

“Not until you beg me for it.”

My heart stopped. My body was on complete fire. Going up in flames, hotter than anything and somehow he made red flames turn blue.

“Please,” I pleaded. I wiggled and bucked, trying to find every inch of his cock inside me. “Please let me come on you. I need it. I need you so badly.”

He grinned. “Damn it, you’re so hot talking dirty, baby.” He yanked my head up by my hair. He plunged inside me and I screamed from the impact. It was a beautiful glorious pain that washed through me in erotic pulses every time he slammed inside me. And yet I wanted more. Needed more.

I was shattering like glass in a mirror. Tiny cracks traveled through my veins. It was over. It was everything. I pulsed and whimpered. The vibrations captured me, shocking me with powerful electricity.

“Oh God. Oh God.” I panted and grasped for a pillow. The edge of the couch. Anything to hang on to.

Blake was relentless. “Fuck it. Fuck.”

He pushed inside me and I heard my panties rip as he pried my legs apart and sank inside me. He shoved my knees wide, angling his cock like a sword, and grunted as his final thrusts sent shocks of intensity to my core.

“You’re mine, Sierra.”

“Oh, yes,” I cried. “Fuck me. I want to feel it all.”

And I craved it like a drug. The need for Blake to envelope me in a haze of heat and sultry, sinful sex. The kind of sex I’d only dreamed about. The kind of sex I needed three showers to wash away. I wanted sex so deep and powerful I’d never forget this moment. I’d never forget the day I let every barrier down and gave this man my soul.

I felt his fingers dig into my hips with urgent tugs. “Look at me.” I twisted my neck to meet his eyes. “Watch me fuck you hard and deep.” His voice was husky and strong. I quivered at the sound. “Watch me fuck your beautiful sexy body.”

I nodded, whimpering. He reared back and slowly sliced into me.

“Ohh.” My eyes rolled back.

“Sierra, watch me fuck you back to me.”

My nipples hardened at his command and I felt another orgasm spring to life in my core. He filled my body with his. He pushed a thumb over my bottom lip and I sucked it greedily while he pumped in and out of me. His cock was like a pleasure stick I could never get enough of. I came harder than I ever had before. Skyrocketing off the couch. Forgetting I was in an old house. Forgetting I was in a home I had abandoned. Forgetting I had hurt this man so deeply I thought he’d never forgive me. He let his thumb linger over my shoulder before sneaking a hand to my breast. With a tweak of my nipple I lost it. I bucked uncontrollably.

My face planted on the couch as he pumped everything he had deep into my walls, filling me with his hot come. It spread through me as his cock pulsed in my swollen walls.

“Ohh,” I sighed. My breasts pressed into the cushions. Every inch of me was covered in sweat. The sweet dampness of epic sex.