Ruthless King

Jilly couldn’t hold back. She flew. The pleasure came in a rush that made her head spin, her whole world centered on her release. A scream was trapped in her throat as she came.

She’d never come so hard in her life.

And then she felt it. The clit tickler moved back to her pussy.

No, no, no.

What was he doing?

The sensation of it against her hard nub was almost too much. She couldn’t take anymore.

“Please, no!” she cried.

“Shh,” he told her. “I want you to come again. You can do it.”

“I can’t. I can’t.” Her head thrashed back and forth. He was asking too much of her.

There was no way she could do it again.

It wasn’t happening.

Regent shifted the beads around in her ass. Pleasure swamped her. Her breathing grew erratic as the world spun around her.

“I can’t!”

“Of course you can,” he soothed. “You can do anything. Anything that you want. Anything that I want. And what I want is for you to come again. Come, baby!”

More sobs.

More desire.

More need.

It all rushed through her and she arched back as she came again.

Holy heck.

He was trying to kill her. She was convinced of it. Death by pleasure. So this was what it felt like.

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It wasn’t until she felt him release her wrists that she came back to Earth.

Blinking, she gazed up at him, her heart racing, her body coated in sweat.

“There’s my sweet girl.” He kissed her gently. “You look so beautiful when you come. I love hearing your screams of pleasure. Now, get ready to scream again.”

He turned her over and tugged her back until she was kneeling at the edge of the bed. The beads moved in her ass, making her groan again. It was too much.

Regent grasped hold of the base of the anal beads and started pulling them slowly out of her.

The movement in her ass had her moaning. How was it possible that she could still feel the need to come?

It had to be him.

He was some kind of sex sorcerer.

“Please. Please.”