Nothing mattered in this moment but me and her, and my intense need to be deep inside her.
“I need you, Ben. I want you to fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk without wincing.”
I groaned into her hair. Mascara was smeared down her cheeks and her lipstick was smudged. We were both dirty, sweaty messes.
I loved the imperfection of us at this moment. Two flawed people, who realized they’d never be perfect, but they were perfect for each other.
“Fuck, princess. I love when you tell me exactly what you want from me.”
She squeaked as I tossed her onto my bed, rolling her to her stomach and wrapping an arm around her waist to hoist her backside into the air. I dug my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass, pausing only a second before I plunged into her slick heat.
We both groaned at the overwhelming sensation, and I held myself against her, buried to the hilt.
“Do you feel how wet I am?”
“Mm. Drenched, and I’ve barely touched you. You couldn’t wait to get home and take this dick.” I pulled out, adjusting my angle before thrusting into her hard. “¿Me siento bien? Tell me how good Ifeel,mi reina.”
My queen.
I would bow down to her and worship every inch of her. She could sit on her throne and rule over me any day of the week. She could dole out punishment and reward in equal measure and I’d take them both gladly because even her punishments felt like I was being given something.
“Si.It’s everything. Me encanta, mi rey.”
I moaned at the term of endearment rolling off her tongue. The king to her queen.
I flipped her over so I could look her in the eyes.
“Call me that again,” I said, my throat tight with emotion because this was real. She was real. And she was finally claiming me as hers.
“Mi rey,” she gasped as I delved into her again. “You feel so good. Don’t stop.”
I shifted one of her legs to my shoulder and wrapped the other around my waist, gripping her thigh hard enough to bruise, but she didn’t seem to mind my rough handling.
“I won’t stop. I’ll never stop. Now show your king how beautiful you are when you come on his cock.”
I slid my fingers over her clit, rubbing and circling, pumping into her deep but slow, holding myself back so I wouldn’t unravel before her.
“I love it when you talk like that. You say the most perfect things.”
“I know, princess. You’ve always loved me for what my tongue could do,” I said.
She huffed out a laugh. Her fingers glided up to her chest, and she pinched her nipples between her finger and thumb, cursing under her breath.
Beads of sweat bloomed across my forehead as I kept my pace slow, swiveling my hips the way I knew drove her crazy, wanting her to fall over the ledge with me tonight. I was closer than I’d like to be, despite the slow pace. The sensation of being buried so deeply inside her felt incredible, and I didn’t want to miss a moment of it.
“I’m so close, baby.”
Thank fuck. Cause so was I.
“Faster.”
I sped up my thrusts, trying to ignore the pressure building in my spine and the tightening in my balls. I grabbed her hips, tilting them to get deeper because I was greedy, and I wanted to reach as much of her as I could. The flush on her chest told me she was almost there.
I watched my length sliding in and out of her, enthralled by the sight.
“I love watching you take me so well, princess.” She clenched around me, and I smirked at the effect my words always had on her. “Show me how good I feel and come on my cock.”
She moaned my name, rubbing her clit with quick strokes, and then her inner walls were pulsing around me, nails biting into my skin as she came undone. I pumped into her twice more and lost myself in the throes of pleasure.
