And I just set a man on fire.
“I would slaughter every single one of them,” Mal snarls.
Same, babe. Same.
They called my boy a monster.
They should have met his parents.
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Wen
I woke up to Mal’s mouth on my neck and his hand sliding between my legs, which was honestly the best alarm clock I’d ever had in my entire life.
His lips were hot and wet, sucking lightly on my skin, leaving a faint sting that made my pulse jump. His fingers brushed against my folds, already slick with my arousal, and he chuckled low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my collarbone.
“Good morning,” he murmured against my skin, his voice rough from sleep. He dipped one finger in, then two, spreading me wide, the wet squelch of my pussy echoing softly in the quiet bedroom.
I was wet before I even fully opened my eyes. Four years of marriage, five since I met him, and my body responded to him instantly. My clit throbbed under his touch, and I could feel theheat building low in my belly. I spread my legs wider without thinking, giving him better access to do whatever he wanted. And he always wanted everything, every gasp, every shiver, every drop of my cum on his hand.
I wasn’t complaining.
“Is it a good morning?” I asked, my voice already breathless and wanting, my hips bucking up to chase his fingers.
“It is about to be.” His fingers slid inside me, two of them, thick and sure and curling in exactly the right way. He knew my body better than I knew it myself at this point. Every spot that made me gasp, every angle that made me arch off the bed. The pads of his fingers scraped against that sensitive ridge inside me, sending sparks up my spine, my inner walls clenching around him like they were trying to pull him deeper.
I moaned into his mouth when he kissed me, deep and possessive, his tongue sliding against mine while his thumb found my clit and started circling it with just the right amount of pressure. Not enough to make me come, but enough to make me desperate for it. His stubble scraped my chin, and I tasted the faint salt of his skin. My nipples hardened against his chest, brushing the coarse hair there with every breath I took.
He pulled his fingers out and I actually whimpered at the loss, my pussy feeling empty and aching, juices trailing down my thighs onto the sheets.
“Not yet,” he said, positioning himself between my legs. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, hot and hard and ready, the thick vein along the side pulsing against my slick folds. Pre-cum smeared over my clit as he teased me,rubbing up and down, making me whine. “I want to be inside you when you come. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my cock until I fill you up.”
“Then get inside me already,” I said, wrapping my legs around his waist and trying to pull him closer, my heels pressing into his back. The tension coiled tight in my core, every nerve ending screaming for him to thrust in and end the ache.
He grinned at me, wicked and possessive and so fucking beautiful it made my heart stutter. “You are so fucking beautiful like this.”
I raised an eyebrow even though my heart was racing and my body was aching for him to move. “Like what? Half asleep with bed hair?”
“Exactly like this.” He was trying so hard to sound seductive. I recognized that tone because I’d caught him reading my romance novels last week, stealing lines he thought would work on me. “Spread open for me. Wet and wanting. Mine. Your pussy is dripping for my cock, isn’t it?”
“Less talking, more action, Your Majesty.” My voice came out sharp, needy, the spice of our banter adding to the heat building between us.
He pushed inside me in one smooth, deep thrust that had me crying out and digging my nails into his shoulders. The stretch and burn and fullness of him filling me completely. I felt every inch as he buried himself to the hilt. His cock was thick, splitting me open, the head nudging against my cervix with a dull, delicious pressure. My walls fluttered around him, adjustingto the invasion, and I could hear the wet slap of our bodies connecting.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes falling closed for just a moment. “You feel perfect. So tight around me.”
I tightened my legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, my heels digging into his ass. The muscles there flexed under my touch. “Then move. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He did. Started with slow, deep thrusts that had me gasping and grabbing at him, trying to get him closer even though there was no space left between us. His hips rolled in that way that hit every perfect spot inside me, dragging against my walls with delicious friction. Each pull out left me feeling hollow, only to slam back in and fill me again, his balls slapping against my ass with a rhythmic smack.
“I am going to make you scream my name,” he said, his voice rough and strained, breath hot against my ear as he leaned down, nipping at the lobe.
“Promises, promises,” I started to say, but then he changed the angle slightly and hit that spot deep inside me that made my entire body light up. “Oh god, yes. Right there.”
He did it again. And again. Building a rhythm that had me clawing at his back and wrapping myself around him. The headboard hit the wall with each thrust even though we triedveryhard to be quiet. I didn’t even care if the guards outside our door heard us. Let the whole castle know their king was fucking his queen into the mattress. My tits bounced with every pound, nipples grazing his chest, sending jolts straight to my core. Thetension wound tighter, my clit grinding against his pubic bone, friction building toward that edge but not quite tipping over.
