Page 80 of His Kidnapped Queen
And I want to give it to her. God help me, I want to give her everything.
I take hold of her hips, not guiding her up and down my cock but just holding her in place. When she starts to roll her hips I choke out a moan of her name.
She’s so tight and slick as she bounces on my dick, and I can’tbreathe.I need more, need her to bounce harder, but she keeps going as slow as possible. It’s torture.
“Sophia,” I manage, my voice strained, and the little minxgrinsat me. She’s enjoying this.
I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until she throws her head back and laughs.
“You never let me take control. It’s nice.”
I don’t tell her that she only has the illusion of control, that if I wanted to I’d put her on her back and take what I needed.
“Can’t say I mind giving you the reins, pixie,” I grunt, biting my lip again to keep from blowing inside her as she grinds down against my pubic bone.
“Feels so good,” she gasps, starting to bounce harder, and I let out a low groan that I’m sure Diego will tease me about later.
He knows by this point Sophia isn’t just a model that I’m keeping her to interrogate. He has to. And I’m sure he’ll ask me about it, but right now I’m just grateful he’s not the pushy type.
He won’t question my actions unless he really thinks I’m heading down a dangerous path. And I’m keeping it together.
Aren’t I?
Sophia digs her manicured nails into my shoulders as she rides me and the sting makes my balls draw up.
“Close,” I warn her through gritted teeth.
“Close already?” she teases. “Big bad mobster gonna blow in me?”
“Stop talking like that,” I mutter and strike to kiss her throat, biting down at the base of it and leaving a mark.
She moans out my name then pouts.
“Thought I was supposed to be in control.”
“You are, pixie,” I tell her with a smirk. “You’re doing so good.”
She pauses, stopping entirely and just sinking down on me, and I groan loudly.
“Not ready for you to come yet,” she murmurs, and heat races through my body.
“Don’t think you can stop it, pixie, not if you keep?—”
She pulls off me, crawling on the bed toward me on her knees.
“Want you to blow in my mouth,” she pleads, and I could come right there, all over her face, just thinking about the words she just said to me.
“Who am I to deny you,belissima?”
Sophia takes my cock in her hand again and slowly takes the head into her mouth, sucking gently. Pleasure shoots through me and I gasp out her name, trying not to allow my hips to buck. I don’t want to gag her. She’s supposed to have the illusion of control.
She takes me deeper, gagging slightly as I hit the back of her throat. My hips buck slightly because I can no longer help myself, and she gags again, looking at me with streaming, blue eyes.
But she doesn’t stop, bobbing her head, letting herself choke and gag because she knows it pleasures me.
“Fuck, so close, pixie, just a little more,” I plead, unable to control myself any longer.
She hums around me, hollowing her cheeks, and I blow in the back of her throat, choking her again. She coughs but swallows all of it down, looking up at me with watery eyes.
