Page 91 of Crowned In Blood
His other hand reached around, grabbing my breast, pinching the nipple. The pain combined with his thrusts made me cry out, pleasure flooding every cell of my body.
"You love me using you, don't you, my little whore?"
"Yes! Yes, sir." He pushed down on my spine, forcing me to angle my hips, and when he thrust in again, I nearly lost my mind. "Fuck!"
"Say it. Say you're my whore, Catalina," he growled, spanking my ass once, twice.
"I'm your whore! Yours! Yours!" He fucked me harder after every word. Then he slipped his hand down to my pussy and pinched my clit. I bucked beneath him, and when he rubbed it again, I came, screaming.
But he didn't stop. He kept going, working through my orgasm, building me to another one so fast it felt like my heart was going to explode.
"You're such a good little whore for your king." He circled my clit, then bit my shoulder hard, marking me, branding me, and I relished in the thought.
I could do nothing else but groan, moving my hips back, crying out every time he entered me, touched me, the ropes binding and restricting me. The room filled with our moans, my cries, the sound of his hips slapping against mine as he fucked my dripping wet pussy.
He slid his hand up to my chest, and with his other hand on my hip, pulled me back until I was sitting on his lap, the position allowing him to ram harder into me.
My breasts bounced with each thrust, rubbing against the rope. I moved, ground, pushed my hips back against his, desperate for him.
I didn't want him to stop, couldn't bear the thought of it, and even when he made me see stars, I couldn't stop moving, and neither did he.
He fucked me harder, faster, rougher, and I wanted it all. I needed to touch him, feel him come inside me.
"Pl-Please, sir."
"Tell me what you want, my little whore."
"I want to touch you."
"I don't know. Do you think you've done enough to deserve that?"
"I'll do whatever you want. Just please, come inside me."
He stopped immediately.
The rope was suddenly gone, and I didn't even register it before I was on my back, Marco between my legs.
"You need it, my little cum slut? Need me to fill you up?Breedyou?"
"Yes, sir," I hissed.
He thrust inside me, filling me to the brim. My body sang as I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
"You take me so perfectly, Catalina," he growled into my ear.
I clung to him as he pounded inside me, the scent of our sweat and sex fusing in the air.
He bit my nipples, sucked them, and I arched my back, giving him everything. I'd give him every piece of me, whatever he desired, anytime he asked.
The world faded away, leaving only us. He kissed me, and I gripped his hair as he fucked me harder and harder. His tongue twined around mine, and I moaned into his mouth.
Pulling back, his hand wrapped around my throat, and I cried out in pleasure.
"You're my whore, my slut, my vicious little queen. You're everything to me." He leaned down, biting my lip. "Understand?"
The warning in his tone nearly brought me to the edge. "Yes, sir."
"Good girl." He pulled my hips close, fucking me deeper.
