“Oh my God,” she cries out. “I’m . . . I’m right there.”
She is.
I can feel it in the tension of her body, in how wet she is, in how her jaw drops open, her orgasm on the precipice.
So I flick her clit harder.
Faster.
Her moans fall into the silent night.
Her teeth bite her bottom lip.
Her skin breaks out into a small sweat.
“Oh fuck . . . oh God.” Her muscles tense. “My king, I need to come.”
I almost tell her not to, but she’s too far gone. There’s no stopping her. Her orgasm is right on the cliff, ready to fall over.
“Come,” I say, and within seconds, her body stiffens right before it shudders and convulses as she comes on the head of my cock.
“Oh my fucking God,” she says through clenched teeth, her eyes squeezed shut. Watching her come apart like that is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. It’s so goddamn sexy that my cock swells in my hand. My orgasm so fucking ready.
I flip her to her stomach so she’s lying on the mattress, and she turns her head to the right so she can breathe. Her legs and arms are connected at just the right position that I can slip my cock up against her ass. I spread her cheeks and fit my erection between them.
“Jesus,” she mutters as I spank her, causing her ass cheeks to clench around me.
“That’s a good girl,” I say as I spank her again.
Her warmth surrounds me, squeezing me tight. The sensation feels so good that I do it again, leaving a bright red handprint on her perfect behind. Another way to mark her, another reminder that she belongs to me.
This time, when I spank her, I thrust my hips, so when she squeezes, I’m accompanied with the delicious sensation of friction.
I’ve never done this before, but fuck does it feel amazing, her tight warmth fucking me with every slap to her ass. It’s so goddamn sexy.
I spank her a few more times, thrusting, seeking out my own release, and after the sixth one, I’m panting, sweat forming on my lower back, my legs trembling beneath me. I’m going to fucking come.
Instead of spanking her, I grip her legs, and I thrust back and forth. She squeezes her cheeks together anyway, holding me in place, and as my orgasm builds and builds, I pull away from her and slip two fingers inside her.
“Fuck, you’re still wet.”
“You spanked me, my king, of course I’m wet.”
Jesus. I move my hand so I’m able to rub her clit with my pinky and curl my fingers inside her. She cries out as her walls contract around my hand.
With my other hand, I pump my cock, hard, from base to tip until my balls start to tighten up.
“Where’s my good girl at? Are you close?”
“So . . . close,” she says right before she clenches, and her body tightens again, her orgasm tipping her over the edge. That’s all I need. I pump harder on my cock to the sound of her delicious moans and lean forward, and as my stomach bottoms out and my cock swells with my cum, I deposit right on her back, leaving one last mark for the night.
“Fucking . . . hell.” I finish pulsing my hand inside her and drag my other hand over my length.
After a few moments of catching our breath, I release her legs and arms and then press my hand to her lower back, leaning forward so my lips are against her ear. “Don’t move. I need to clean you up.”
I move to the bathroom, find a washcloth, and wet it with warm water.
When I come back out into her bedroom and see her naked body marked by my handprint, by my teeth, by my cum, more pride surges through me. This woman who captured my heart months ago, she’s mine, and I’m going to marry her soon.
