Page 91 of Reign of the Queen
I need to get my shit together and stop acting so wanton. I’m losing complete control of myself and this situation. Lifting the knife, I bring it closer to the side of his neck. I should slice him wide open so that he knows not to mess with me. He doesn’t fear me, but he should. I try to reason with myself, but it's a lost cause as desire pools in my body. It’s like an inferno heating me from the inside, a byproduct of Theo’s touch.
One of his hands strokes up my back and under my shirt, his warm fingers touching my skin and meeting the band of my bra. With a sudden pull, he opens the clasp, and I feel the material sag against my breasts, releasing them just like he intended.
"Theo, my grandmother is just downstairs." I try to reason with him. My chest rising and falling in an erratic rhythm.
“Then you’d better be fucking quiet Mia.” His gravelly voice sends shivers down my spine.
His lips reach my jaw, where he leaves a collection of open-mouthed kisses. Moving his warm, soft lips back down to my neck and letting his teeth graze the surface, leaving little bites in his wake that have goosebumps rising all over my body. The hand on my hip trails up underneath the front of my shirt and loosened bra. I feel his touch on my warm flesh, fingers trailing softly, just leaving the barest of touches. My nipples harden painfully, and a small moan leaves my mouth.
Reaching the tip of my nipple, he rolls it in between two strong fingers, pulling on the hardened tip and making my pussy clench inside my pants. His lips sink to my collarbone, his warm tongue laving over the area and sucking in the flesh with deep pulls on my quivering skin. The sensation causes a deep groan to leave my mouth, he’s undoubtedly leaving a mark behind in his wake, once again branding me. The thought should anger me but instead it causes my pussy to flood with wetness. His fingers caress over my other breast giving it the same treatment of pulling my hardened nipple and then squeezing the globe of my breast tightly. I can feel my panties getting even wetter, my pussy weeping inside my pants.
I try to come to my senses and push back against his hold, but he holds tight. His other hand trails back down to the band of my jogging pants and slips inside them. Strong hard fingers move over the globes of my ass cheeks, the thong I'm wearing leaving them at his mercy, squeezing each cheek in his harsh grasp.
I move my hand to his waist and down the front of his joggers, allowing my fingers to trace over the bulge of his hard dick, rubbing him with my open palm. Two of us can play this game.I won't be the only one begging for mercy.I hear his sudden intake of breath on my skin, and his fingers skate their way underneath the thin strap of the thong and over the puckered hole of my ass, still sensitive from mine and Mateo's fucking earlier.
"Did you enjoy getting this tight hole fucked by Mateo, Mia?" His mouth moves away from my skin, and his hand tightens on my breast almost painfully, kneading it and pulling hard on my tip.
I stare back at his face, studying his features. He's not attempting to hide his thoughts from me. He's turned on, a slight blush across his cheeks and neck, but the look in his eyes is demanding and jealous. He watched me with Mateo. He knew Mateo fucked my tight hole and that I enjoyed it.
"Yes," I let out breathlessly and unashamed, grasping a tighter grip on his dick through his pants. I slip my fingers inside of his soft joggers, he’s gone commando I realize as I grab his hard cock. His crown is covered in moisture, velvet to the touch and hard as steel.
The tip of his finger pushes slightly against my puckered hole as he lets out a ragged breath. Pulling back from me, he removes his hands from inside of my pants and from underneath my shirt. Coming to the waistband of my joggers, he grasps them tightly, then pushes them off my waist till they pool around my ankles. Bending down, he pulls the pants off of me until he's at my feet, staring back up at me with darkened, sexy, storm-filled eyes. I know I should move away from him. These kings have my mind all fucked up. I hate them, but I desire them almost as much. I should be listening to my head which is screaming at me to run, instead, I'm listening to my needy, wet pussy.
Trailing his hands up my ankles and to the back of my calves, he leans in and leaves open-mouthed kisses along my knee and inner thigh, never taking his eyes off mine. He uses his large hands to part my legs, giving him access to my warm inner thighs. The sharp sting of a bite on my inner thigh has me clenching my pussy hard and letting out a gasp, my head tipping back and closing my eyes momentarily.
His hand skates up my inner thigh to the dampened material of the thong, hiding my bare pussy from his intense gaze. His thumb drags across my slit in lazy circles over the damp fabric. No doubt in my mind that he feels how aroused I am, the material leaving wetness on his thumb. Grasping the side of the thong, he yanks hard, and I hear a tearing sound, the material sliding down my legs and pooling at my feet. I step out of the panties, which he picks up. He stands back up, holding them in his clenched fist. My legs are starting to tremble, soon they won’t be able to hold me up.
"Open up, Mia." He raises the panties to my lips, pulling my bottom lip down until I open my mouth for him. "Try to stay quiet. We wouldn't want your grandmother to hear you." He chuckles with arrogance and places the panties in my mouth, and like the idiot I am, I close my lips around them.
"That's a good girl." He kisses the tip of my nose before lowering himself again at my feet, using his hands to part my knees wide, and lifting one of my legs, placing it over his shoulder to widen my stance. His fingers trail over my bare. smooth flesh, my wetness coating them and making it easier to slide between my silken folds. He watches my reaction to his touch, satisfaction at my ragged intake of breath through my nose.
"I have been obsessing over the taste of your tight, wet pussy since that first taste. Your cunt is like a drug I can't seem to get enough of." He runs one of his fingers through my slit, coating it in my juices, and then pulls it back out, licking the slick fluid off. "You are fucking delicious," he growls.
I grasp a firm hand in his hair, pulling hard and leading his face to my pussy lips. The vibration of his warm breath on my clit makes me squirm against him. He leans in, and the slight scruff on his face rubs against my sensitive folds adding to the overwhelming sensation. His broad, warm tongue leaves a tantalizing trail of licks up the sides of my pussy until I'm clenching my hand so tight in his hair that I fear I may rip it all out. He doesn't seem to mind as he sucks one of my lips into his mouth, groans escaping his lips in between deep pulls.
The groan that leaves my mouth is muffled by my panties as he gives my clit a hard lick, using his fingers to part my pussy lips and opening me up further. "Such a good girl." He lets out a deep rumbling moan. “I can taste you and Mateo on this pink pussy.” He takes my hard little nub in between his lips and then sucks.
My pussy clenches at the sensation of him sucking on my swollen clit and the rough texture of his facial hair pressing into my folds and the side of my upper thighs. He drags his tongue down to my opening, circling it before slipping it inside my core. Heat instantly races down my spine. My legs feel shaky as I clench around his tongue.
Dropping my head back and allowing my body to melt into the sensation of his warm mouth, causing tingles to start through my pussy. I can feel the beginnings of an orgasm deep in my throbbing core. I pull hard on his hair, wanting him to go harder and faster with his tongue inside of me. My hips move of their own volition to cause friction as I grind my pussy against him, smearing my slickness across his face.
He tries to pull back away from me, but my grasp on his hair doesn't allow him to move very far. His hands grasp and part my ass cheeks in a rough tight grip, fingers rubbing across my puckered hole. The sensation ratchets up the impending orgasm another notch, and I run the hand still holding the blade down my body, excitement racing through my blood.
His head pulls back sharply, and I release my hold on his hair. “You’re my dirty, good girl aren’t you, Mia?” he says with his lust-filled words vibrating against my pussy. “Mateo’s cum is still coating the inside of this tight little hole.” The tip of his finger breaches my hole before he pulls back, and a disgruntled moan leaves my lips.
He runs his fingers from my puckered hole to my pussy opening, coating them in my juices and his saliva. Then, he moves back to my puckered hole, inserting one of his fingers. My hole stretches and tightens with the intrusion of his thick digit. His other hand moves back to my pussy, slamming two fingers inside of me deeply and roughly. It has me almost losing my precarious footing and letting out a whimper into the panties in my mouth.
Fuck he’s behaving like a savage.I wonder if it has anything to do with me still being coated in Mateo’s cum?Not that I wont take an anger fuck right now with my wetness seeping out of me. A whimper escapes into the panties in my mouth.
"Fuck my fingers, Mia," he instructs in a rasped, lust-filled voice. The finger in my puckered hole plunges deeper inside. The feeling of the stretch in both holes has my eyes rolling in the back of my head. It feels so fucking good. I moan into my panties and move my hips to ride over his strong thick fingers. His lips trail kisses and licks across the skin of my mound, causing my pussy and ass to clench down hard on his digits. His thumb rubs incessant circles against my needy swollen clit. It feels like fireworks are erupting all over my over-stimulated body, and shivers run down my spine.
I trail the blade down my body, enjoying the feel of the cool blade skating across my skin in contrast to the heat that Theo is causing everywhere else. His eyes watch the movement as his fingers speed up to bring me closer to my impending release. My chest is rising and falling in rapid movements, my breath harsh and leaving only through my nose.
Nicking the skin just past my belly button with the blade, drops of blood well up and slide down my skin toward the mound of my pussy. He watches the path they take. The look of heat intensifying in his blue-eyed stare. That little bit of pain was all I needed to push me over the edge, my pussy and ass clench hard over his fingers, my nipples hardening painfully as I feel warmth rush up my spine. My stomach fills with heat, legs stiffening, and my pussy floods. The gush of slick fluid soaking his fingers. The knife drops out of my grasp as I use both hands to grasp Theo's head, yanking his strands as the waves of heat race down my body and my vision shakes. He runs his hot tongue across my swollen, sensitive clit, causing aftershocks to roll through my body. My leg across his shoulder drops down. Both of my legs threaten to give out on me, spitting the panties out of my mouth, I take huge gulps of air into my lungs.
He removes his fingers from my pussy and my ass, sucking the two that were inside my cunt into his sinful mouth and groaning at my taste. My body feels like mush after that orgasm, barely able to stand properly on my own two feet, and I sway. Theo grabs my hip and leans me against the sidearm of the sofa. His cock is tenting his joggers, and a sheen of sweat covers his face. His delectable, full lips are swollen, covered in my juices, and pouting from sucking on my clit.
Bending down, he picks up the dropped pocketknife, running his fingers across the sharp blade and nicking his finger. The blood wells up on the tip of his finger; he stares at it for a moment. Then he shifts closer, running his finger across the flat surface of my stomach. Dark, passion-soaked eyes meet mine. I watch as he draws the wordmineacross my flushed skin. I know I should be indignant with his display of possession, but I'm too blissed out from my orgasm to care at the moment.
