“That’s right. I don’t want to have this talk again, understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes, my king.” Fuck! I think and I remove my fingers, place myself snugly between her legs and push inside of her. We both moan at the sensation, and I realize it’s been since my bachelor’s party since I have been inside of her. I place her feet flat on each shoulder, lift up on my knees, my knees that are working now, and fuck her, hard.
“Please, please, please,” she chants, her eyes screwed shut tight but not too tight for the tears to leak from them. She is trying hard to not cum.
“You’re being such a good girl; you can have your reward. Cum for me, baby, cum on your king’s dick.” And she does. She explodes so hard she squirts, and I know my family heard the scream that left her mouth and I do not care. When the orgasm subsides, she falls back to the mattress and looks like she is about to pass out.
“Don’t pass out on me, hairkoa. I’m far from done with you.”