Page 52 of Reign of the Queen
He pushes my body off of his, still holding onto my neck firmly until I’m sprawled out on the seat next to him. My breathing is coming in ragged pants. “Th-eo.” My voice hoarse and breaks on his name. He moves his body from beside mine to in front, lowering himself to his knees, using his other hand to spread my legs wide and lift the kilt to expose my bare pussy to his greedy waiting eyes.
He takes note of the lace garter holding my sheathed blade and raises his eyes to me in question. I don’t bother to give him a response, my breathing still strained and my swollen pussy craving the fullness of his fingers or his cock.
I’m so turned on I don’t care which one at this point gets me off; all I can think of is coming. He lets out a groan and rubs the tip of his nose through my wet slit, making my core spasm. “You smell like heaven, but I’ll bet you taste like sin.”
Warm air fans over my hot skin, my dripping pussy spasming with the loss of his fingers and the denied ecstasy. “Don’t move or I’ll stop, Mia.” He tightens his grip on my neck. He nuzzles my pussy lips again, letting the stubble on his chin brush across my sensitive flesh. The sensation almost has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
I almost move just to be a dick and see if he actually will stop, his order grating on my nerves, but my body is craving this orgasm and unwilling to be denied.
He places a warm hand down on my lower stomach to keep me from moving, my core tightening at his demanding touch. His hand around my neck tightens with a further warning and my pussy spasms in response. He lowers his mouth to the sensitive skin on my inner leg area, leaving a trail of small, open-mouth kisses. “Stay still.” He adds pressure to the hand on my stomach to keep me from squirming.
His hot tongue shifts from the side of my inner thigh to give me a flat-tongued lick from my puckered hole to my clit, then flicking over and over on my sensitive, swollen clit. “You taste so fucking sweet and smell so good.” He moans. “Just like I thought, the sweetest sin.”
Swiping his tongue once again through my folds, he presses slowly into my opening. His hand leaves my stomach, his fingers trailing to my swollen clit, rubbing me repeatedly until I can’t catch my breath and my legs shake on either side of him. More wetness leaves my pussy only to be lapped up by his waiting tongue. He inserts two fingers back into my drenched core, pumping them in unison with the swipes of his tongue. His other hand tightens on my throat, constricting my airway. My vision starts to dim, and I claw at his hand with my nails, causing him to tighten his grasp even more.
The orgasm is just on the very cusp, almost painful in its desire to explode within me. I bring my hand to my breast, kneading it and pulling hard on the stiffened peak. It’s what my body was waiting for to explode, that added little dose of pain. The orgasm rushes through me, heat spiraling throughout my body, spasming and clenching. My pussy tightens on his tongue and fingers, my legs stiffening on either side of his body. My thighs trap his face between my legs and on my pussy. Despite how hard I’m pressing on him, trapping him, he’s relentless. Licking and pumping his fingers through my orgasm, prolonging the waves of bliss making their way through my body.
I try to stop the moan that’s making its way out of my mouth, but at that moment, Theo pinches my clit hard, and there is no denying it. It escapes me, my eyes momentarily shut with the pure ecstasy traveling through my body. Wave after wave of pulsing energy zaps through my core, lighting my whole body on fire. I manage to pry open my eyes to half-mast to watch his reaction to my orgasm.
His heated eyes watch me intently, a flush across his cheeks and his breath coming in ragged pants, continuing to suck and lick me through the end of my orgasm, lapping at my drenched core, and swiping my puckered hole in an attempt to lick up every single drop of my wetness. My body clenches again at the sensation of his tongue on my puckered hole.Shit, he’s going to kill me with orgasms. What a way to die, though.
Theo’s skin has a slight flushed sheen across the bare parts, his shirt is half hanging on his large frame, and his swollen large cock is bobbing against his stomach. There’s a look of unrestrained desire across his taut features. He is a devastating image of sex and sin, watching me explode beneath him.
Once the orgasm has had its way with me, my body is spent. I’m acutely aware that I am lying there, legs wide open and exposed to him. He’s trailing kisses from my swollen pussy to my clit and then up my pelvis to my breasts. Latching on to one and then the other nipple, giving each one a hard suck. Aftershocks make their way throughout my body at the overstimulated sensation he’s causing.
Once he reaches my lips, he finally releases my neck and pulls the back of my head closer to him so that I meet him halfway in another open-mouthed kiss. I can taste myself on his lips and tongue, salty and sweet. I groan at the taste mixed with his own flavor. His large cock bobs against my pussy lips, the blunt crown bumping my clit over and over, coating me in his precum. The stirrings of another orgasm are rising and begging for release from my body with just his touch.
“I want to bury myself so deep in your sweet cunt that you’ll be feeling me for days.” He growls.
He uses the hand that’s not currently on the back of my neck to guide the length of his cock back and forth along my slick folds, coating him in my warm wetness. With each drag of his hard shaft, my empty cunt spasms and begs to be filled with his thick length. His swollen crown nudges my entrance once more and then enters only a fraction of an inch or two, stretching my swollen, wet hole to accept his girth and size.Damn the stretch feels so good and he’s not even fully inside of me.He’s stroking himself from root to tip, and I can feel the vibration of his action in the section of his crown that has made its way inside of me. It causes my whole body to clench up, and I try to push forward to impale myself on his cock.
He pulls back and strokes himself once again through my folds—over and over until his breathing speeds up, a red flush making its way across his neck and chest. Pulling me closer, his hand digs into my hair where it meets my neck; the grip is almost punishing, my strands being pulled between his hard fingers. He sucks hard on my bottom lip and then bites down on it. I feel a warm wetness coat my lower stomach and my pussy lips.
A deep, animalistic groan leaves his throat, the sound causing my core to spasm over and over. We meld into another deep kiss, our tongues tangling. It feels like he’s trying to suck my very soul from my body. I feel his hand between our bodies, stroking his cock through the mess he’s made of cum on my pussy lips. He pulls back to admire his work. A smirk crosses his face when he sees that I have cum dripping down my pussy lips onto his carpet and leather sofa.
“Fuck, that is a beautiful sight.” He groans and uses his fingers to smear more of himself through my folds and down to my puckered hole, coating me in his essence.
I close my legs tight, trapping his hand between them. “Why did you do that?” I ask in confusion.
“Why’d I give you a leg-shaking orgasm?” he asks with a smirk, peppering my knee with kisses, his stubble scraping over my sensitive, and overheated skin.
“Yes, no. I mean, why did you pull back?” A flush makes its way across my face, and my eyes close to slits.
His fingers flex on the top of my pussy, still wet with both our arousals. He rubs them through my folds one last time and pulls his hand back from my tight grasp, parting my thighs in the process and once again putting my swollen pussy on display for him. He licks his lips and then a growl leaves his chest.
“Believe it or not, this was not why I brought you here.” He motions between us. “Not going to say I’m sorry either.” He pulls his ruined shirt off his frame and uses it to wipe me clean of his cum with soft, soothing motions.
His cock is still hard, the large crown purple and engorged, a thick vein making its way from the crown along his substantial size to his root, which is nested in neatly groomed, short hairs. His golden chest and abdomen are on display, the deep V clearly defined and visible, makes my empty pussy clench once more at the sight before me.Greedy fucking bitch, settle down now.
Raising my eyes from his defined stomach to his chest, a script tattoo in Latin makes its way across his lower left pec.Aut Viam Inventam, Aut Faciam.
“I’ll either find a way or make one,” I translate in a breathless whisper. Using my forefinger, I trace the beautiful words. He lets out a shuddering breath at my touch, his body going rigid.
Pulling down my kilt to hide my pussy from his smoldering eyes, he pushes himself back and stands up with a look of regret. Staring down at his hard cock, he lets out a curse, tucks himself back into his pants, and zips them up, effectively removing his cock from my hungry gaze.Pity.
I sit up on the sofa, my gaze traveling the length of his chiseled body. He stares down at me with such hunger that I feel heat traveling on my body everywhere his gaze lands, creating a path straight back to my needy swollen core. I watch him rake his fingers through his hair in agitation. Indecision and need vibrating off him.
Pulling me up by his grasp on my hand, he drags me to a standing position, his soiled shirt falling to the area rug between us. I watch as his gaze turns toward his large bed, the need and desire pouring off of him in waves.
