My own fingertips swirled around my clit and then, I fell apart.
My eyes rolled back in my head as exquisite ecstasy tore through my body, rendering me speechless and quivering with the intensity. I moaned loudly, arching back as the king began to fuck my bottom far more roughly than before. It hurt, but it also felt incredible and a second orgasm ripped through me just as hard as the first.
My body quaked hard and he leaned over me, lifting me off the bed by snaking a palm around my throat. I choked for a moment before I leaned into him, allowing him to control just how much air I could pull into my lungs. The power of his thrusts never let up, nor did my fingers on my clit.
When I came for a third time, my body clutched greedily around him like a vise. He fucked me hard and fast as I quivered with pleasure, squeezing his thick length hard with my bottom hole.
I came hard again and again as he fucked me in my most shameful place. I lost myself completely, consumed by fiery pleasure and burning pain all at once.
Agony. And endless bliss.
I came as many times as he demanded, never stopping until he gave me permission.
“You’re going to come one last time, baby girl. You’re going to come as I mark this final hole as mine,” he commanded.
I shivered.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.
My skin was feverishly hot. My nipples ached and when he gripped one of them with his fingers, I keened as a burst of pain blossomed across my breast. When he released it, he growled possessively, and I felt his cock throb hot in my bottom.
I tightened all around him, feeling my own orgasm burst forth at the same time his did. His seed spurted deep inside my bottom, hot and filthy as he marked me. I shuddered with my orgasm, milking him with my tight rim as I took everything he gave me.
I screamed his name as he growled mine and we fell apart together.
When my orgasm finally faded, his arms wound around me, holding me tight against his chest.
“I’ve decided something, baby girl,” he murmured, trailing kisses down my throat.
“What’s that?” I replied quietly, my voice hardly audible.
“You’re going to marry me. I’m going to make you my queen,” he said firmly.
I smiled and my heart pounded in my chest. I’d made my decision the moment I picked up the phone to dial that code. I swallowed, burrowing even more deeply into his arms.
His cock was still inside me. Possessing
me.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I whispered.
The End