“Verse 9. At your right hand stands the queen in gold of Ophir.”
Her nails bite into my thigh and she sucks my cock hard, as if I just turned her on with a simple sentence. Can’t believe this gets her off so much, but I love it. I can’t deny it’s easy for me.
I curl my fingers into hair, gripping her head. Then improvise, taunting, “But my queen is not standing. She kneels.”
She likes it, and pumps, faster and faster. I let my jaw hang and watch her work. I grow tenser as the pleasure builds.
She stops, but keeps stroking the base. She clears her throat and recites a portion.
“You are the most handsome of the sons of men; grace is poured upon your lips; therefore God has blessed youforever.” Her eyes sear into mine. “See? That’s you. You are blessed, Jack.”
She’s so damn cute and hopeless. With a smug grin, I taunt, “Still using that body to convert nonbelievers?”
But this isn’t the indecisive girl I once knew. She doesn’t doubt herself for a second.
At my words, she takes me in her mouth deeper and bobs faster yet, driving me mad. My shaft throbs against her pillowy tongue. She’s won. I’m melting into the door. I’m completely at her mercy.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan, husky. “You’re too hard to resist.”
Her mouth vibrates against my length. Then she pulls me out and with angst in her voice, she says, “Do the part about her dad.”
I don’t skip a beat, and my words roll off my tongue on shallow, shaky breaths.
“Forget your people and your father’s house, and the king will desire your beauty. Since he is your lord, bow to him.”
She moves even faster, harder, like she’s sucking my soul out. I brace against the door.
“Morgan, I’m gonna cum,” I manage.
“Do it.”
Fuck that. I don’t want this to end.
I snatch her, throw her on the bed and kneel between those thick thighs. I sink into her warmth, and her pussy swallows my cock. Igroan,because it feels so fucking right and wrong at the same time.
I don’twaste time. I can’t.
My hips snap again and again, causing the air to expel from her lungs. She makes sweet moans that are too sexy for words.
I fucked up.
I’m buried in her and I don’t care. I’m a glutton for her, and I don’t consider the cost. I drag my teeth against her cheek, breathing heavy.
“I fucking love you,” I say shamelessly.
She whimpers, too lost in pleasure to form words. It’s the perfect response and shakes me, like I couldn’t fall for her more.
I wet my thumb and swirl it on her swollen clit, making her hips writhe.
“Cum for me, you church slut.”
Her eyes snap open, and a half smile tugs at her lips.
“Yourchurch...” Heavy inhale. “...slut.”
“Mine,” I murmur, and nip her neck. “All mine. Only mine.”
Her eyelids close and she falls into complete euphoria. Her walls clamp around my shaft as she gives herself to me, hitting her climax.
