“Iamyour queen.” I squeeze my strong thighs so I can reach between our bodies and fist his shaft, pressing his crown where I need him. Always him. Only him. Before I wrap my arms around him again. “Nowfuckme like my king and prove it.”
Oh god, he does it so well.He’s so trained. He holds me high, teasing my sensitive entrance with his wide tip, lewdly probing and giving me an inch while he lifts my nipple and sucks it, moaning like a madman and making me ache for so much more. “Loch,please.”
He plops off my breast, releasing his pressure pinning me against the wall. I lower my body, moaning as my cunt stretches, sliding down his thick shaft, taking every inch while he blindly reaches for the handheld shower head.
Braced against the wall, I hold onto him as he flips a switch on the narrow nozzle, aiming it between our bodies,water thumping against my clit while he starts pumping his cock into me.
“Oh god!” I scream.
And he laughs, evilly, erotically. “Fuck yes, DirtTGirl. Take my dick and let them hear me fucking my queen.” He slams into my pussy. Thrusting. Pounding. Bodies slapping.
And I cry out.
In the past, I’d be too shy, too insecure. But the past can go fuck itself because I’m getting deliciously fucked by a man with a massive dick dedicated to my pleasure.
“Oh, god, Loch. God!” I hold on tighter, thighs clenching as my back slides against the wet tiles, and he pounds faster, stroking my walls as he flicks the nozzle, its water, sweet lightning pulses over my clit. The sensations stab me with a luscious orgasm, ripping a scream up my throat.
I’m panting, shaking, arms trembling around his neck while he puts the nozzle back, letting it shower us as he grabs my hips, hoisting me again. This time, he props his foot on the shower bench, shifting our bodies so I’m braced against the wall, and my legs are still wrapped around him but spread more open.
“Look at us, Babygirl.” He forces my gaze down, watching my cunt cream over his cock, his thick inches driving inside me. “Such a pretty pussy,” he praises, riveted by the sight. “I was born to please this pussy, taste this pussy, fuck this pussy.” He starts thrusting harder. “To fill it with my cum. Say it, Alena. I want to hear you say it proud, like my DirtTGirl.”
“Yes, Sir.” I reach down, letting him admire my fingertip strumming my clit. My core tightening, edges cracking again, the euphoria returning. “Yes, Sir. I’m such a DirtTGirl for you. Fuck me like one. Treat me like one.”
Reaching around my hip, he brushes his lips over mine while his wet finger circles my tightest hole. “Is your ass gonna be minetoo, Alena?” Driving two fingers inside, I moan with his taunt, “Are you gonna be my beautiful wife and powerful queen? Letting mefuckyour virgin ass in front of the kings. Making your pussy squirt for them so we can prove you’re dirty and mine?”
We still haven’t done it—anal sex—because I know he’s saving the most tender and taboo claim for my initiation.
“Oh god, yes.” My thighs shake. Cunt throbs. Nipples ache. My clit is about to explode again with the erotic images in my mind, anticipating, wanting, needing to be made his queen.
Loch’s been teasing me for so long, getting me so ready.
“Give it to me,” he coaxes in my ear, brutally pumping his cock, his fingers, sweetly spearing my ass. Stretching. Pounding. Deliciously defiling my body. “Let me hear how you wanna be fucked hard and dirty by your king. Come for me.Now,” he growls, thrusting his cock and fingers inside me, and it’s white light, my screams, his name, and a searing climax, bursting through me.
I bite his shoulder, scratching his back, hanging onto him while my pieces obliterate and return, pulsing around him with my happy sobs as he grunts. “Oh fuck, Babygirl.”
His hips drive harder, his cock thrusting deeper, his breath gasping with mine, seeking an end we’ll never know. We’re forever, fated. “Alena, fuck! You always make me come for you.Fuucckk!”
He thrusts every inch inside me as he roars, releasing. His thighs and lips shake with his grunts. His thick cock pulses; I can feel it at my entrance, filling me with his cum. It always makes me do it again, a soft shuddering orgasm with my moan seeking his lips.
We catch our breath. “Fuck, I love you,” he pants.
“I love you too,” I rasp, our lips huffing into satisfied smiles before he drags his cock out of me, always wanting toclean up, to make me come again. I can’t stop him when it pleases him so much to please me.
Gazing up, he proudly kneels as I palm his head and watch his aqua eyes and his tongue, shamelessly collecting his milky cum dripping from my cunt. Spitting it over my clit, he rubs his nose into it, moaning while he grabs my hips, and I fuck his face until I’m coming again, moaning and pouring more of my pleasure into his mouth.
It’s our final act when he rises, sharing the flavor of our love, laving it over my tongue with our deep kiss.
Tethered.
Forever.
After heated breaths shared, the water’s getting cold, the night and situation returning to me. I jolt. “Oh shit.”
“What?” He gazes down, caressing my scrapes. “Did I hurt you?”
“No.” I grimace. “But my dad just heard us.”
He pauses. Face falling. Searching my eyes before he bursts out laughing.
