“No, I suppose not,” she whispered. “Kiss me, my king.”
“As you command, my queen.”
It was the briefest of lip touches at first, then a proper kiss, then an improper kiss, then aclaiming.
Her hands roamed down his back and into his boxers to squeeze his ass, causing him to groan and grind against her.
He kissed down her neck to the top of her cleavage, while he loosened the bustier in the back. “Fuck.”
She giggle-moaned. “Not as easy as a bra, is it, even with your talented fingers?”
She yipped as he flipped her onto her front, and he began to undo the snaps. “Do you question your king’s abilities?”
“Not usually.”
He gave her ass a light slap and she writhed against the bed. “Your king doesn’t like that answer.”
“Then he should hurry. Alex.” Her voice turned breathless again, and he knew what that meant.
He removed the bustier, then moved off the bed long enough to slide off her panties and his boxers.
She shifted to lie on her back and held up a stocking-clad leg, but he shook his head. “Keep those on. The heels too.”
She spread her legs as he kneeled before her, his hands roaming along her gorgeous thick thighs and toying with the garter straps. “Let me pay you proper respects, my queen.”
She sighed as he started licking her at her core. He held her legs apart as he ate her, fucking her first with his tongue, then his fingers.
She arched her back and delved her hands into his hair again, squeezing hard. “Alex. Oh my God. Please.”
“Yes, my queen? How may I serve you?”
She was grinding against his mouth, desperate for release. “Please, Alex. Please.”
He loved when she begged, loved when she needed him and only him. “That’s not my name today.”
She looked down her body at him and panted out, “Please, my king. Please take me.”
If it was possible, his dick got even harder. “As you command, my queen.”
He kissed up her body, teasing and sucking her nipples, before he returned to her lips. In the midst of a rough kiss, he thrust inside her and swallowed her moan.
The next time would be soft and easy. This time would be rough and quick.
He thrust again and again and again and again and again. He held her hips as he fucked her to hold her in place.
They were panting, breathless, sweating, clawing at each other as he continued to thrust more and more and more and more and more until he felt her clenching around him.
He shifted his thumb to toy with her clit, which finally sent her over the edge.
She let out a yell as she orgasmed, turning her head to the side, and her hands tried to grab him or the bed or anything.
He dropped his head to her neck and groaned as he continued to thrust in and out, in and out, in and out and in again until he finally came inside her, claiming her, claiming his queen.
He kissed her neck and slid a hand into her hair. “Did I please you, my queen?”
“Yes, my king.” She turned her head and kissed him long and slow.
“Was I too rough?”
