“I’m your king and therefore your ruler. Now sit on my face and take my cock right down your throat.”
I smack her ass and she emits a shaky breath, but quickly gets to work, scooting her sweet little body around until her head is turned and my hands clasp her hips. My fingers dig into her ass cheeks as I guide her open cunt down onto my face, my nose pressing in right on her ass.
“Oh!” she screeches, wiggling to try and move away from me, but she has to know by now that I won’t allow that to happen.
“Nothing I haven’t done before, sweetness.”
“I know. But…I’m pregnant now.”
I chuckle lightly. “And have you not realized how much more desirable that makes your body to me?”
“I just feel…open.”
“You are. I can see every bit of you.”
“Ah. Shut up. Not helping.”
I give her the same dirty lick I gave her yesterday, straight from her asshole to her clit. “This is my body, Bellamy. I own it. I possess it. I am obsessed with it. However I want to eat it or kiss it or fuck it will be of my choosing.”
She clenches around my tongue as I slip it straight inside of her.
“Now suck my cock, my queen. Show me how talented that pretty mouth and sharp tongue are.”
Her smile grows, her eyes sparkling as she glances back at me. With a cheeky wink, she takes a deep breath, grips my cock in her hand, and drives it straight into her mouth. And holy fuck, is that good. So good it momentarily stuns me, and I need a second before I remember my assignment and set to work on her pussy. With my hands on her ass, I shift her pussy back over my face and suck her clit into my mouth.
She’s soaked already, dripping onto my lips. I groan into her, unable to hold back as my tongue pumps into her, picking up speed. The way she’s taking me down her throat, I won’t last long, and I need her to come before that happens.
Her lips wrap tighter around my cock, bobbing up and down before sucking me hard and deep into her mouth. I hit the back wall of her throat and she swallows me down until I’m past the point of no return.
“Jesus Christ!” I hiss, stars dancing behind my eyes. “Don’t you have a gag reflex? Since when have you been able to do this?”
She makes a humming noise, the sound shooting vibrations straight to my balls and through my stomach. I continue to feast on her pussy, licking and touching every inch of her I can. Her fist wraps around the base of my dick, and she pumps me in and out of her mouth, sucking up and down, slurping me like I’m a fucking popsicle. Her hand twists and jerks me, andin response, I pick up my pace, sucking her clit into my mouth and flicking it with my tongue until she starts to come.
The moment her pussy flutters over my lips and her sweet cum hits my tongue, I jerk up into her mouth, choking her, loving the sound of her gagging, and shoot everything I have straight down her throat. It’s mind-blowing and erotic and once again makes me so happy that I married this woman.
She sags against me, and I spin her around, covering her lips with mine and kissing her deeply. She tastes like me, and I taste like her, and together we are a filthy combination of dirty lust. Until once again, our door handle jiggles. Only this time, it’s not our children.
“Sebastian, sorry to interrupt your morning activities, but I need you up and dressed now.”
Bellamy and I shoot up, both of our heads flying toward the door.
“What is it?” I call through the wood.
A grunt. “Our mother is expected within the hour.” Rowan is not pleased.
Fuck.
Not even twenty minutes later, we’re both dressed and ready. Javier is taking Phaedra to school and there is a fucking ferret running around my ankles as Sabrina and Zayer chase after it. I haven’t seen my mother in years. Not since Nora’s funeral, and even then, she hardly showed up. I became king and my mother isolated herself, claiming grief and instability, when there might have been something else keeping her from us all these years.
She doesn’t know Zayer since he was only four months old when Nora died, and Sabrina has no memory of her. I’ll admit, I’m not looking forward to this visit, and I’m surprised she’s coming here now. Bellamy is standing beside me, uncharacteristically stoic. She’s anxious about meeting my mother and I can’t blame her.
My mother has hidden none of her disdain for my relationship and marriage to Bellamy.
Hell, the woman didn’t even attend our wedding.
Emily comes in and I give her a nod and she takes Sabrina and Zayer and fucking Arthur out to play. I want to get a better read on my mother before I let her see my children.
Moments later, the door to the parlor is opened and the steward announces, “Her Majesty, Queen Isabella of the house of Alarie.”
