“I’ll always fight you.” She mumbles, pressing her mouth to my bare chest.
The touch of her lips to my skin sends a spike of pleasure down my spine.
“Careful little bird,” I warn.
Her fingers curl into my stomach, her nails biting against my skin enough to make me hiss through my teeth as she pushes her hips forward, grinding herself against my leg.
I growl as I grip the hem of my t-shirt covering her body and rip it straight off, leaving her bare to me. With the curtains open I see her bathed in the silver glow of the moon, it caresses her pale skin, making her seem ethereal, like she has a halo of light around her. So fucking beautiful, all toned muscle and smooth curves.
She groans when I force her to her knees, bending her forward so her ass is in the air.
“You want this,” I rasp.
Her answer is to back up, pressing her ass to my hard cock, straining to be free from my boxer shorts.
“My little bird,” I coo.
“You’re the devil,” her voice comes out on a breath, barely audible above my own rough breathing.
My hand smooths down the curve of her spine, feeling each bump of her vertebrae until I find her waist, my hands cupping her sides. She’s so tiny, so fragile. I could break her so very easily.
She moans as I press my erection against her centre, the warmth of her seeping through the thin material. Pulling back, I slide the boxers off and reposition behind her, pressing the crown of my cock to her entrance, warm and wet, ready for me.
“That’s where you’re wrong little bird,” I tease her, pushing only an inch into her tight pussy, “the devil was once an angel and I’ve never been good. I’m the monster under your bed,” another inch forward, “I’m the thing that goes bump in the night and stalks you in the shadows.” Another inch and I begin to feel my restraint slipping as her warm core envelopes and tightens around my shaft. “I’m your motherfucking nightmare.”
I slam forward, impaling her on my cock so hard she screams and her fists ball the sheets, nails scratching against the cotton.
I withdraw and slam forward again.
“Say it!” I demand on a growl.
“Fuck you.” She cries.
Always pushing me. Always testing me.
“Say it!” I bellow, pounding into her hard. My fingers bruise her hips as my relentless thrusts jolt her body against the mattress, “Tell me little bird, tell me who you fucking belong to.”
She moans loud, her cries of ecstasy causing my spine to stiffen, my balls to draw up tight, “Say it and I’ll reward you baby.”
She cries out when I withdraw, halting her impending orgasm. I tease forward, the walls of her pussy trying to clamp down and take purchase on my cock, “Say it.”
I tease that sweet spot inside her with the crown of my cock, feeling her spasm, wanting – no –needingmore.
“You!” She snaps, “I belong to you!”
“Good girl,” I reach around and pinch her clit between my fingers whilst slamming into her hard enough to make her bones rattle. Her scream pierces the darkness of the bedroom.
Her orgasm is quick and violent, it clamps around my cock like a vice, holding me in place, drawing my own climax from my body with force.
I roar my release, my fingers biting into her flesh whilst she continues to spasm around me.
Spent and exhausted, I collapse down next to her, drawing her body into mine.
I liked having her this close, I liked her warmth on my skin, her breathing syncing with mine.
“I hate you,” she whispers.
I smooth down her wild, still slightly damp hair, inhaling her sweet scent like it’s a drug and I’m the addict.
She doesn’t hate me. Not at all and the feeling is mutual.
The feeling is dangerous. It’s what’s likely to get me killed at the end of this but I’ve never been good with warnings.
I’m the motherfucking king and this is my kingdom and all kingdoms need a queen.