Masked (Royally Hot 2)

“That pussy better be ready for me, my Queen,” he said, and slid his finger under the diamond choker that I wore around my throat.

Chapter 23

Randal

“Everything off, except this choker,” I told her. I backed away from her, dropping my pants as I did. My dick was rock-solid, a smudge of precum already wetting the tip.

Seeing my precum pissed me off. And it reminded me of the simplest of the simple fucking truths: I was as cunt-whipped as any man had ever been in the history of the world.

No matter how big and strong I was, no matter how many motherfuckers knelt at my feet, she sat on the prize. Her pussy had the power. Always had and always fucking would. I’d chew through stone walls to eat her out. I’d destroy kingdoms to put my cock inside her.

Sitting down on the bed, keeping my legs spread wide so my throbbing balls had plenty of room to hang, I took my cock in my hand and stroked it as I watched her unfasten the row of hooks that went down the corset of her wedding dress. As her breasts came free, I saw an angry curved red line where her dress had been cutting into her. I liked that a whole fucking lot—the idea of her hurting a little in a place that only I’d ever see. I gripped my cock harder, trapping blood in the shaft as I stroked.

“Jacking off while the queen strips for me,” I said, gripping myself tighter. “Fuck, it’s good to be the king."

She hurried through the last of the hooks on the corset and let it fall at her feet, rushing to get her skirt off. I needed her to remember that this was my palace and I gave the goddamned orders. No matter how much I needed to fuck her, I outranked her. I gave the commands.

“Slow the fuck down,” I growled.

She froze, fingers trembling, and looked up at me with big innocent eyes. Fear. I saw it there. And I groaned as my cock pulsed in my hand.

“I like you, you know,” she said softly, all mischief. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband and then she slowly, so fucking slowly, shifted her skirt to get to the long row of buttons that ran down from her ass.

“Oh yeah?” I said. “That works out then. Because I fucking worship you.”

She gave a sassy, bratty little “Mmm-hmm” into her closed pink lips, long lashes dusting her cheeks. One button gave way. And then she slowly moved to the next.

So this was the game we were gonna play then. The give and take. The command and conquer.

I stood, releasing my cock from my grip, and moved toward her, stepping into her to make her back up against the sofa that sat in front of the fireplace. I took the tiny buttons between my fingers, looking her in the eyes, making like I was going to undo them.

But instead, I ripped those motherfuckers off in one yank. They skittered over the floor like a handful of loose jewels.

Iris threw her head back with a sexy little giggle.

Fuck, that throat. I loved that throat.

While she still had her head thrown back, I wrapped my hand around her neck, keeping the skin of her throat taut and ready. Her giggle turned into a warm-honey moan. I went right for her throbbing pulse point on the left side, sucking hard, being dirty about it. I felt her melt in my hands. That spot on her neck—it made her knees weak when I teased her there. But as she wobbled, I caught her with one hand cradling the small of her back.

Still kissing her throat, I spun her around and then threw her back on the bed. I dropped to my knees between her legs and pulled her panties off with my teeth, inhaling hard to get a solid hit of her sweetness and salt. She was drenched already. I forced her thighs toward her chest to stretch out her slit and give me maximum access.

As I pinned her thighs back, my huge hands sinking into the soft white flesh at the backs, she grabbed her knees for me, moaning as my mouth met her opening.

I ate her out like it was my fucking job, like I had been starving all my goddamned life. True enough. I had. I’d been craving her before I even saw her, and ravenous like a hunting tiger ever since. I went right for her clit, giving her exactly what I knew she needed. Fuck the foreplay. I’d have a lifetime of teasing her. Tonight I needed every orgasm she could give me, and I needed the first one now.

Her moans rose into ecstasy as I shook my jaw against her cunt to intensify her pleasure. My stubble scratched against the raw flesh of her red opening.