“I’m yours.”
He smiled, a wicked smile that said he was in control and he liked it. “Now get on your knees like a good girl.”
I groaned as I rolled over, complying with his command. My limbs were like jelly and my blood hot, pulsing, excited. West moved in behind me, not wasting time teasing, and fucked me. Hard. He gripped my hips as he rutted inside of me, grunting and panting. He grabbed my hair, wrapping it around his fist as he continued to pound me. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about this. About you in this position. Taking my cock so good.”
The raspy tone of his voice made me lose it.
I clenched him, reveling in the punishing force. I pushed back, making him groan before giving me a warning. "Just remember this when that motherfucker downstairs tries to fuck you again.Imake you feel this way," West said as he thrust into me. "No one else can fuck you like I can."
It was true. No one fucked me like this. No one else would ever compare tothis. "West, fuck, West!" I chanted as my vision went black and my body was rewarded with bliss. He tensed above me and combusted shortly after, his cum filling me and making me flush.
He collapsed on top of me, breathing heavily, a sheen of sweat coating his body. He rolled off me and pulled me onto his chest. I wrapped my arms around him and stroked his dark hair, taking in the feeling of his heart pounding near mine.
"Fuck, you're amazing," West said quietly as his fingers stroked my back.
I smiled and held him tighter, knowing this wouldn't last. I soaked in the feeling of him, the way he made me feel. I felt beautiful. I felt amazing.
The combination of alcohol and orgasms was enough to put me into a deep sleep.
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Anonymous
Myplanwasslippingthrough my leather-cloaked fingers.
She wasn’t supposed to fuck him.
My Queen was a horny little thing, throwing herself at scum like West Moretti.
My patience wore thin as I watched him take her. His dick where mine should be. His hands wheremineshould be.
How dare he taste her pussy before me?
The smug bastard was on borrowed time.
Unfortunately, I didn’t have much of a choice when it came to my Queen–I had to wait for her. I had to wait for her to be a broken mess before I could proceed.
But I had to move this along.
Standing on the balcony of the McKinley estate, trenched in black, hiding in plain sight, I ripped my cock from my pants and began to tug.
I wanted to punish myself for letting my Queen be fucked by someone other than me.
Watching her come on something other thanmewas a form of torture I had to grit and bare. The pain is what I needed. I clenched my teeth as my hand violently pulled on my cock, eventually spilling onto my fingers with a curse.
Yes, I would work to break my Queen.
To break them both.
And I would start right now.
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Ashtyn
Iwokeuparoundsix o'clock in the morning. It took a moment to remember where I'd fallen asleep–in one of the many guestrooms in Axel's mansion. West's body clung around me, and I did my best to remove his arms to get out of bed without waking him. He moved slightly as I got up, but I tucked my pillow next to him and he settled back to sleep. He looked like an angel as he slept, his eyelashes fluttering, the steady rise and fall of his chest, dark hair rustled on his forehead.
I crept around the room collecting my clothes and boots, opting to forgo my panties. West could have another little memento from our night together.