Roman moved her like a doll to stand in front of the other throne and slowly removed her dress. “One more to go.”
“Isn’t this your throne?” she asked with a coy smile.
He caressed her backside and squeezed. “It is. Think you can soak me again?”
She’d never admit it to him, but she’d asked her friends about squirting to see if she could do it again on command. Slayton had jumped up and asked if she wanted Roman to murder him. Apparently, sex talk with Slayton was off limits.
Griff wouldn’t know, so she asked her two new friends, Dani and Kaylie. Kaylie was oddly obsessed with body fluids, especially cum and spit, and immediately launched into an explanation on squirting.
Nothing guaranteed Violet could do it again, but she’d try. A sharp sting yanked her from her thoughts. Roman chuckled and licked the new bite mark on her ass. “Get on your back.”
Violet’s nipples stood erect at his commanding tone, but instead of obeying, she flipped around and lifted her chin. “I want to be on top.”
He dropped his shirt to the ground and stepped out of his pants. “I need you on bottom to get as much cum on my seat as possible.”
“You’re really serious about the cum seats,” she mumbled. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she prayed her cheeks weren’t blistering red. “It’s easier to squirt if I’m on top.”
Roman’s movements ceased, even his breathing. The silence stretched on for too long, and Violet lost her nerve. “Never mind.” She started to climb onto the throne, but a large hand stopped her.
Roman cleared his throat, his voice gravelly. “If you say shit like that, I’ll come before I’m inside you.”
She snapped her gaze to his. “You’d like that?”
Roman closed his eyes and groaned. “Baby, I want to coat every inch of my body with it.” Moving her aside, he sat on the throne and lounged back. “Drop that pretty cunt on my cock and ride me like a good girl.”
Once she’d positioned herself over his swollen head, she looked him in the eye and impaled herself to the hilt. Roman hissed and latched onto her hips. “Fuck.”
As always, she gave herself a moment to adjust, then rolled her hips. She needed to hit her spot inside and her clit at the same time. It didn’t take long to find her rhythm, and if she leaned back and pressed on her lower stomach, she hit them both.
Roman leaned forward and latched onto her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a bruise and whispering words of encouragement.
You’re doing good, baby.
Just like that.
Fuck, you’re perfect.
Ride me harder. Yeah, like that.
She rose higher and higher, her cunt pulsing tighter and tighter. Bearing down, she felt the release of fluid as she exploded and cried out. Roman took control, slamming her on his dick faster until he stood quickly and shouted her name, filling her completely.
He slowed his movements until she’d milked every last drop from his cock. “Damn, princess.”
Violet giggled into his neck and lifted her head to kiss lips. “Why did you stand up?”
“Didn’t want it to mix with yours on my seat.” He turned toward the throne and unseated himself to place her on the ground. “Look what you did,” he said with pride.
She flipped around and gaped at the huge wet spot darkening the purple cushion. Looking from one throne to the other, she noticed the consistency wasn’t the same. “I don’t think that’s cum. It’s too watery.” She gasped and flipped around. “Oh my gods, did I pee all over you?”
Roman moved her out of the way, leaned down, and licked the wet spot. “Nope, that’s all you.” He licked it again and straightened. “Tastes like you, not piss, but you’re right, it’s thinner.”
“I can’t believe you licked that.” She wrinkled her nose. “How do you know what pee tastes like?”
Without answering her, he scooped up his pants and pulled them on. “We need to get home.”
Violet looked around and picked up her dress. “Why? What’s wrong?”
Tugging on his shirt, he shot her a devilish grin. “We need to bless every piece of furniture in our house.”
