Page 107 of Royce: The Handler


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“Shit feels too good, my baby.”

“Um hmmmm.” Royce moaned against my mouth.

“Kiss me.”

Her lips parted, pulling me in. I was preparing for my end. As our tongues touched, I understood I was near my ending. Atany given second, my dick would be spitting out my minions. I prayed her womb could withstand the weight of my military.

“You ’bout to make that dick spit up, Mommas.”

Up.

Down.

“Um hmm.”

She was climbing a mountain of her own.

“Where you want it?”

“Uhhhh.”

“Hm? Where you want it?”

I tightened my grip around her neck. Her pussy tightened around me.

Fuck.

On the tips of her toes, she placed both hands on my chest. I was no longer driving into her. She was rolling her pussy while bouncing. Completely dismantling me, one stroke at a time. Her eyes were open. Wide with wilderness.

The final shift awakened the beast within me.

“Royce–” I warned, “I’m about to cum all in this mot– mother– fuc– ker.”

I didn’t finish my statement before my clip began to unload in her womb. My ass bounced off the chair. My limbs grew stiffer with each pump.

“Fuck, my baby,” I panted.

Uncontrollably, my seeds continued painting her walls.

What the fuck?

“Ohhhhhhhh fuuuuuuucc–”

Royce’s body slammed into mine. She was no longer bouncing on my pole. Her hips rolled, grinding her pussy against me. The contractions within drew more semen from me, forcing me to question the actual capacity of her pussy and just how extensive her pussy’s power truly was.

Fuck.

I tongued her down as I tried stifling my flow. My efforts were in vain and her pussy runneth over with all that had been stored in my sack.

She smelled like spices, oak, butterscotch, and myrrh. Like me. I’d cleaned her from head to toe without a single light in the bathroom to guide me. Dark showers weren’t an indulgence of mine, but it didn’t take much convincing from Royce.

I had her from behind in the glass encasing.

Then, I had her against the tile.

And, underneath the showerhead.

Though her hair was wrapped in a towel and one of my plain white shirts adorned her body, she was still unbelievable.