“Rub harder,” she panted, straining against his arm, “and faster.”
He continued the slow assault with the slightest pressure. The bond allowed him to feel her pleasure building just enough to reach the edge, but not enough to tip her over. “Play with your nipples,” he commanded.
“Godsdammit, faster,” she pleaded, but he held fast.
The man on stage had the woman bent over with his head between her legs. As her moans and cries rose, Roman moved his fingers faster. “When she comes, you come.”
Violet leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder. “You’re trying to kill me.”
The woman on stage’s cries reached their peak, and Roman gave the queen what she wanted. With his free hand, he rocked her hips back and forth until she took over.
“Look how well you ride my dick.” Her inner muscles pulsed around him, and he moved his free hand to her lower abdomen and pushed.
Violet screamed and bowed her back. The muscles in her body locked as liquid drenched his cock and thighs. This hadn’t happened the other times they’d fucked. He moved his hand between them and ran it through her slick. “Fuck, baby, you soaked us both.”
She sprang to her feet, and he hissed, his aching cock hating the loss of her. She assessed the wet spot on the cushion. “I don’t know what happened.”
He did. Slayton’s brother had told him this could happen. Roman grinned and leaned forward to swipe his tongue up her thigh. “You squirted for me.”
Using his hand to press her against the glass, he slid to his knees on the floor and hoisted one of her legs over his shoulder. “I want it again.” His tongue ran across her swollen lips.
Violet bumped her head against the glass and moaned. “I don’t think it’s something I can do on command.” Each husky word shot straight to his cock.
He hummed against her slick folds. “I don’t care how you come, as long as it’s somewhere on me.”
The leg hooked over his shoulder tightened to bring him closer, and he chuckled against her. “That’s my girl. Take what you want.”
He fucked her with his tongue until her knee buckled beneath her and her orgasm shot through her. No squirting this time, but he didn’t care. She tasted divine either way.
He stood and lowered his mouth to hers with a heated kiss. “Turn around and put your hands on the glass.”
Violet spun around, pressed her hands to the glass, and slightly arched her back. “Like this?”
Roman groaned at the sight and slapped her ass. “Fuck yes.” He slammed his cock into her pussy without warning and slapped a hand against the glass next to one of hers.
Violet yelled his name and braced herself to keep from hitting the glass. “Oh my gods.”
His dick bottomed out with every thrust, needing to be as far inside her as possible. Curses and praise spilled from his lips, and he thought he might die from the pleasure.
“Roman,” she begged, and he slid his hand from her hip to her clit.
His middle finger worked her clit, and his palm pressed on her lower stomach—a spot Slayton’s brother swore made them come harder. “Bounce your ass against my dick, baby.”
Their bodies slapped together, the performers on stage forgotten completely. Both emitted strangled sounds and moans every time he drove his cock into her slick cunt until she exploded around him, her walls milking his cock until his own release nearly brought him to his knees.
Separating from her left him cold, and he dragged her to the couch behind them until he sat down with her straddling his lap.
He threaded his fingers through her hair and brought her mouth to his and whispered, “Again.”
* * *
The next morning, Violet and Roman walked hand-in-hand through downtown, glamoured invisible so as not to be bombarded by townspeople.
A commotion near the town square drew Violet’s attention, and she tugged Roman along for a closer look. “What do you think is going on?” she asked.
The king looked proud, putting her on high alert. “Another surprise.”
Violet stopped and turned to him fully. “What did you do?”
