I squeeze his ass in my hands as I work the both of us back up. Gentle and slow for sixty-seven pumps before I’m too excited tokeep the pace. Going faster, I knock out ten more before I pull all the way out of him.
“Turn over,” I demand, wanting to look into his eyes this time.
He lies on his back, his legs spread. Shuffling forwards on my knees, I push into him bit by bit. Once I’m mostly in, I lift my gaze to his. Hot, hooded eyes stare back at me.
Stroking his cock with one hand and massaging his balls with the other, I pump my hips up to go deeper into his ass. He bends his legs so his feet are flat on the mattress.
“That’s it,” he growls as he watches me. “That’s my good little slut.”
Leaning down, I kiss him hard. As our tongues dance inside his mouth, I flick my thumb over his piercing. I fuck him slowly for several minutes, getting slower and slower as my pelvic muscles burn.
Shuddering against him, I have a whole new appreciation for his stamina. I’m completely wiped, and I doubt we’ve been going at it for thirty minutes.
Needing a break, I pull out of his ass as I kiss my way down his chest to his glistening cock. Sucking him in my mouth, I take my time before I let him come. Releasing him every time he gets close. Forcing him back down before I start again. He doesn’t fist my hair this time. Doesn’t move me with all the control I give him. He just lies on his back, panting hard, content to receive like the good little slut he is.
Crawling back up his body, I slide my dildo back into his ass. I thrust into him slowly as my fingers caress his nipples. He moans as I lick my way up his neck. A few minutes later, his cum is shooting across my belly. Wiping it up my body, I use it to lubricate my breasts, making myself his little cum bucket.
Hunger in his eyes, he nudges me off him. Then the bed. As I stand beside it, he undoes my harness, then pulls it off me.
Dragging me on top of him, he enters my pussy in one quick thrust. “Fuuuck, Arienna,” he groans as he hugs me tight. He doesn’t thrust after that, doesn’t move, just rests inside me.
“I love you,” he murmurs before he kisses me, long and slow and full of all the love he has for me.
I wrap my arms around his neck as I give him everything I am. Tomorrow, I’ll be crowned queen and my life will become our people’s.
But tonight, all I am was his.
And he is mine.
For.
All.
The.
Frickin’.
Years.
Fifty-Six
A king respects his queen’s wishes, even if they’re about a dumb dress.
She’ll be down on her knees soon enough.
- King Richard
My skin feels like it wants to crawl off me as I stand under the prodding, jabbing hands of Ajax, the royal dressmaker. His daughter is with my wife, helping her get dressed in the other room. The Court wanted us to wait another three weeks until coronation, but Arienna’s waited long enough for her crown. I will not keep it from her any longer.
“This would go faster, Your Majesty” –Ajax pricks me with a pin– “if you’d stop moving.”
“It’d be faster if you fixed my old suit.” Arienna ripped off all the buttons and tore a bit of the fabric while trying to get it off me the first time we had sex. I’m certain it doesn’t need much doing to it –
“That suit isn’t worth fixing,” he says as he pins in the fabric of my trousers for a smoother fit. “It’s so last season.”
“I wore it a month ago.”
“And it made you look like an idiot. All the fashion mags are still writing about that horror show.” Stepping back, he studies me with one hand on his chin. “Spin.”
