Chapter 134 WHO HAD THE LAST LAUGH?
Chapter 134 WHO HAD THE LAST LAUGH?
CHAPTER 134
CHARLOTTE
I sat astride Dorian’s hips, still tasting him on my tongue, watching the way his chest rose and fell hard after what I’d just done to him.
His dark eyes locked on mine with a promise that made my stomach flip. The bond pulsed between us..warm, heavy, insistent.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he had said.
I barely had time to smile before his hands gripped my waist and flipped us. One second I was straddling his hips, smiling down at him in quiet victory.
The next he had me on my back, wrists pinned above my head in one of his large hands.
The shift was so fast it stole the air from my lungs. His body settled heavy between my thighs, the hard length of him already thickening again against my wet folds.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
He didn’t push inside. He stayed there, the thick head resting right at my entrance, teasing.
His mouth found my neck, open and slow, while one hand pinned both of my wrists above my head.
Look at me,” he ordered, voice low and rough.
I did. His eyes were almost black.
His free hand slid down between us, two fingers dragging through the slick heat he’d left me in earlier. “You teased me until I begged. Now you’re going to take everything I give you.”
“Dorian—”
“Not yet.” He leaned down and bit the soft skin just below my ear.”
He rolled his hips once letting the length of him slide through my wetness without entering.
The friction made me moan. He did it again, the head catching on my clit with every pass.
Every pass over my clit made my hips twitch. He didn’t push inside. He just kept sliding, teasing, watching my face the entire time.
“Dorian—” I called again.
He leaned down and kissed me hard, tongue pushing past my lips so I could taste myself mixed with him. When he pulled back, his eyes were almost black. “Tell me you want it.”
“Please,” I whispered.
He smiled against my throat, satisfied. “Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want.”
Heat flooded my face, but the need was stronger. “I want you inside me. Hard. I want you to fuck me until I can’t think.”
A low sound rumbled in his chest. He pushed in and released my wrists only long enough to reach between us, line himself up, and push the head of his cock inside.
The stretch burned in the best way. He stopped there, just the tip buried, and held still.
I whimpered, trying to push down. His free hand gripped my hip and kept me from moving.
“Feel that?” he murmured, voice strained. “How tight you are around just the head of me? You’re going to take every inch, but I’m going to give it to you slowly first.”
He sank another inch. Then another. The thick length of him filled me gradually, stretching me open until I felt him everywhere.
He sank in inch by slow inch, watching every flicker of expression on my face. My mouth fell open on a silent gasp.
My thighs trembled around his hips. My nails dug into his shoulders. A broken moan left my throat.
Full. So full it stole my breath.
When he finally bottomed out, hips flush against mine, we both stayed still for a long second, giving me time to adjust.
The fullness made my walls flutter around him. I could feel every pulse of his cock inside me.
“Fuck, Charlotte,” he breathed against my mouth. “You feel perfect. So wet and tight for me.”
He stayed buried deep, rolling his hips in small circles that rubbed the head of his cock against that sensitive place inside me.
“Dorian… move.”
“Not yet.” His free hand slid under my thigh and lifted it higher, opening me wider. The new angle made him sink even deeper. A broken sound left my throat.
“Feel how deep I am. That’s where I belong. Say it.”
“You’re—ah—where you belong,” I managed, voice shaking.
Only then did he pull almost all the way out and thrust back in hard. The force of it rocked me up the bed. My wrists stayed pinned.
My free hand flew to his shoulder, nails digging in. He did it again. And again. Each thrust deeper, sharper, the wet sound of him fucking into me loud in the quiet room.
“Harder,” I moaned.
He gave it to me. His hips snapped forward with real force now, the slap of skin against skin filling the air. Every thrust drove the air from my lungs in short, punched-out sounds.
I couldn’t stay quiet. His name left my mouth in broken pieces every time he bottomed out.
“Dorian—fuck—yes—”
“That’s it,” he growled, voice dark and strained. “Take it. Take every inch. You spent a week without this cock and now you’re going to feel it for days.”
The filthy words only made me wetter. I could feel how soaked I was around him, the slick mess of us coating his cock and dripping down between us.
He released my wrists so he could grab both of my thighs and push them wider, nearly folding me in half. The new angle let him drive even deeper.
My eyes rolled back.“Right there—don’t stop—hit that spot—”
He adjusted and did exactly that. Every hard thrust dragged over the place that made my vision spark white.
My hands flew to his hair, gripping tight, holding on while he fucked me through the rising pressure. The bed creaked under us. My moans turned sharper, higher.
“You’re so fucking loud,” he said, almost laughing, but the sound was rough with need. “Did you moan like this for anyone else while you were gone?”
“No—only you—only you—”
“Good.” He leaned down and bit the side of my neck, not hard enough to break skin but hard enough to mark. “This pussy is mine. This mouth is mine. Every sound you make belongs to me.”
The claim in his voice, the relentless pace, the way the bond flared bright and clear with every thrust—it all piled on top of each other until I was shaking.
The orgasm built low and heavy, coiling tighter with every hard snap of his hips.
“I’m close—Dorian—please—”
“Come on my cock,” he ordered. “Soak me. I want to feel you break.”
He drove in hard one more time and held deep, grinding against that perfect spot.
The pressure snapped. Pleasure crashed through me in hard, pulsing waves that made my whole body seize around him.
I cried out his name, thighs clamping around his waist, nails raking down his back as I came harder than I had in weeks.
He didn’t stop.
He fucked me through it, slower now but still deep, dragging out every aftershock until I was trembling and oversensitive.
Only when the last tremor left me did he pull almost all the way out and slam back in with renewed force.
“Again,” he said against my ear. “You’re going to come again before I fill you.”
I shook my head, already too sensitive, but my body betrayed me.
Heat started building again almost immediately under the relentless drive of his cock. He shifted one hand between us and found my swollen clit, rubbing tight circles in time with his thrusts.
“Dorian—I can’t—”
“You can.” His voice was pure Alpha now, dark and certain. “You’re going to take it. You’re going to come on this cock again while I watch.”
The dual stimulation was too much. The second orgasm hit faster and sharper than the first, tearing a broken scream from my throat.
My walls clenched around him so hard he cursed and lost rhythm for a second.
Then he was thrusting harder, chasing his own release, hips slamming into me with almost brutal force.
“Fuck—Charlotte—take it—”
He buried himself to the hilt and came with a deep, guttural groan.
I felt every pulse as he spilled inside me, hot and thick, filling me until it leaked out around his cock.
He kept thrusting through it, shallow and slow, pushing his release deeper while the last of my own orgasm fluttered around him.