Page 8 of Bred By The King

The kiss starts rough. I grab his shirt and pull him down. He lifts me like I weigh nothing, hands under my ass, and carries me up the beach to a sheltered spot behind some rocks. My back hits a smooth boulder still warm from the sun.

Clothes come off fast. He strips me first, eyes dark as he looks at my naked body, full breasts, wide hips, thick thighs.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “Look at you.”

He yanks his shirt off. His body is insane: carved muscle, a broad chest, thick arms, and a massive cock standing heavy and thick. I’ve never seen one that big. My pussy clenches just looking at it.

Soren drops to his knees in the sand, spreads my thighs wide, and buries his face between my legs. No teasing. He eats me like he’s starving, tongue fucking into me, sucking my clit hard, growling against my pussy. I grip his blond hair and ride his face, moaning loud enough that I hope the waves cover it.

He makes me come twice like that, fingers stretching me open. My legs are shaking when he finally stands.

“On your back,” he orders. “Legs spread.”

I obey before I can think. He kneels between my thighs, cock in his fist. The head is broad and slick. He rubs it up and down my pussy, teasing my clit.

“Tell me you want it,” he says, voice rough.

“I want it,” I breathe. “Don’t be gentle.”

He doesn’t. He pushes in with one slow, relentless thrust. The stretch burns so good. I feel every thick inch splitting me open. My mouth falls open in a silent cry as he bottoms out, hips flush against me. He’s so deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach.

“Shit, Layla,” he groans. “So fucking tight. Gripping me like you were made for this cock.”

He starts moving. Hard. Deep. The size difference is overwhelming; he covers me completely, muscles flexing as he fucks me into the sand. Every thrust makes my breasts bounce. I dig my nails into his back and take it.

“I’m gonna fill you up tonight,” he growls against my ear. “Pump you so full of my cum it’ll take. Breed this curvy body until your belly swells with my heir. You’re going to walk around this island with my baby inside you, knowing exactly who put it there.”

The words shouldn’t turn me on this much. They do. I clench around him and he curses, fucking me faster. The slap of skin, the wet sounds, his grunts, it’s filthy and perfect.

He reaches between us and rubs my clit. I come hard, pussy pulsing around his thick cock. Soren follows right after, burying himself deep and groaning as he floods me. I feel every hot spurt, so much that it leaks out around him.

He stays inside me after, still half-hard, kissing my neck and squeezing my ass.

“Not done with you yet,” he murmurs. “We’ve got all night. I’m breeding you properly before I leave this island.”

I should push him away. Tell him this changes nothing.

Instead, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him deeper.

Seven

LAYLA

We wake up naked on the sand at sunrise. I’m wrapped in Soren’s shirt, his heavy arm draped over my waist, his cock hard against my ass. The beach is empty, the waves gentle, the sky painted pink and gold.

“Morning, princess,” he rumbles against my neck.

“We fell asleep on the beach,” I mumble.

“I know.” He pushes two fingers inside me, slow and deep. “Best night of my fucking life.”

I gasp, pushing back against his hand. “Soren, someone could see…”

“No one here.” He rolls me on my back, covering me with his massive body. “Just me. Just you. And this pussy that I’m going to fuck again before we go back.”

He pushes inside me in one smooth thrust. I’m still swollen from last night, still full of his cum. The stretch makes me cry out. He fucks me slow and deep; the sunrise painting his blond hair gold.

“Look at you,” he whispers. “Taking me on a beach like a fucking savage. My savage queen.”