all the power, that he would do anything to make her happy.
Beck forced her off his lap and onto her knees. Meg looked up at
him, her lips red and swollen from his kisses. Her eyes were so
trusting and open. He wanted to eat her up right then and there, so he
pushed her to the hard floor and was on top of her before she could
breathe. He pressed his rock-hard dick against her pussy, but his
clothes were in the way. Stupid clothes. He wanted to slow down. He wanted to tell her to undress him. She would sweetly remove his
clothes and then her own. He could sit back down in the chair and
command her to take his cock to that soft place in the back of her
throat. He would hold her head and fuck her throat. She would drink
him down, not missing a drop.
Yes, that was what he would do. Later. He didn’t have the
patience now. He had to get inside of her.
Beck pressed his cock against her, and she moaned, a sweet little
mewl that made him feel ten feet tall. Her arms went around his chest,
and she let her head fall back. He fell on her. His lips devoured her
soft flesh. She tasted so good. He opened the bond between them and
poured his will into her. He wanted her soft and submissive
underneath him, willing to fulfill his every dark and nasty desire. His
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hands found her breasts. They were big and soft and so responsive.
He wanted to make a feast of her. She was the only food he needed.
He looked down at her. Her face, her lovely face, was filled with
need. She needed him.
“They need us, son,” his father had explained that day so long
ago. The words came back to haunt him now. “They are completely
dependent on us. You think they don’t know it? It’s worse for you
because you’ll be the king someday. Women will do anything to
please you. It is your sacred duty not to take advantage of them.”