Page 6 of Bred By The King

For a second she just breathes, ass snug against me. Then she twists, trying to break free. I let her go but stay close.

We move to the mats. She ends up on her back with me between her thighs. My hips press against hers. I’m fully hard, thick cock trapped against her pussy through our clothes. Her eyes widen, then narrow into a deathly glare.

“Feel that?” I ask low, rolling my hips. “That’s what you do to me, Princess.”

“You’re a fucking jerk, Vinterfjord,” she spits out between clenched teeth.

“Yeah. And you’re soaked for me, future wife.”

She doesn’t deny it. Instead, she rolls her hips back, grinding against my length. My jaw clenches. Low fucking blow.

“Tonight I’m not stopping at thinking about you, princess,” I tell her. “I want my hands on your body. My mouth. I want to spread your thighs and taste how wet that enemy pussy gets for me.”

Her breath catches. “We’re in public, asshole.”

“I don’t care.” I rock against her, slow and deliberate. “I’ve been thinking about bending you over since the second I saw you. Filling you until you’re dripping my cum. Breeding you so deep you’re carrying my kid before the month is out.”

Her nipples are hard against her top. She looks like she wants to kill me and fuck me at the same time. Fucking perfect.

Then someone clears their throat, and we break apart. The session ends with both of us sweaty and wired.

I grab Layla’s hand and pull her into a shaded alcove. Making my move before she can walk away. No one’s watching. I back her against the warm stone wall, crowd her with my body.

“Tell me to stop,” I say.

She grabs my tank instead, yanking me down. Our mouths crash together. Hungry. I kiss her like I’ve been starving, tongue sliding against hers while my hands roam. One palm squeezes her ass, the other cups one heavy tit, thumb brushing her nipple. She moans into my mouth.

I press my thigh between her legs. She grinds on it shamelessly, riding the muscle while I kiss her deeper. My cock aches, trapped against her stomach.

“Fuck, Layla,” I growl. “You feel how big I am? This is going inside you soon. Gonna stretch this pussy wide open and pump you full.”

She bites my lower lip. “You talk too much.”

I chuckle and slide my hand into her shorts, under her panties. She’s drenched. I groan, pushing two thick fingers inside her. She’s tight. Hot. She gasps and clenches around me.

“That’s it. Ride my fingers like you’re going to ride my cock later.”

She does. Hips rolling, chasing the friction. I add a third finger, and she comes hard, muffling her cry against my shoulder, pussy pulsing around me.

I pull my hand out and lick my fingers clean while she watches, eyes glazed. “Tastes like mine already.”

“This doesn’t mean I like you,” she breathes.

“Don’t have to like me. Just have to take me. Every night until that belly starts to swell.”

I leave her there flushed and pissed off and turned on.

I’m done waiting.

Six

LAYLA

“He FINGERED you in an ALCOVE?!”

Monique’s screech echoes through my rooms. She’s standing on my bed, jumping up and down like a lunatic, her braids flying everywhere. “Layla! He fingered you! Against a wall! Like a romance novel! Like a FILTHY romance novel!”

“Get down from there!” I hiss, but I’m laughing. I can’t help it. The whole situation is so absurd. “And keep your voice down!”