The Forsaken King

We moved together, and I timed our thrusts with my breaths, my eyes watering because I had the urge to gag every time he was that deep inside me. With his hand on my neck and his strong-as-steel abs in my face, I kept going, feeling that hot gaze on me the entire time.

His breathing deepened until it became audible, and then he released a moan, a deep and lengthy one, like my mouth felt so good sheathed over his length. That was when he pulled out, a string of spit connecting the tip to the corner of my mouth. His thumb swiped up, severing the connection. “Now, I’ll fuck you.”

He scooted me back onto the bed of hay, bringing my head to the moth-eaten pillow stuffed with sheep’s hair, and then separated my thighs with his as he prepared to make his entrance.

His face hung inches above mine as he guided himself with one hand, positioning the tip of his head against my soaked opening. He gave a gentle push, but it wasn’t enough to get his large size past my small gates. He gave another thrust, this time harder, and he squeezed through.

It felt like my first time, my virginal body unable to accommodate the penetration, fighting back with its tightness. My hands glided over his strong arms and powerful shoulders, tracing all the muscles with my fingertips, feeling like the weight of a horse was on top of me. My knees curled toward my chest, and I squeezed his torso, hoping the deeper tilt of my pelvis would make it easier to get him inside me.

He started to sink, slow and easy, pushing his way inside until there was nowhere else for him to go.

I gave a moan and a whimper at the same time because it hurt, but it hurt so good. “Fuck, that’s a big dick…”

He held his massive body on top of mine with a single arm so his free hand could dig into my hair, keep me in place even though I wasn’t going anywhere. Every thrust was deep and purposeful, at a quick pace that was still slow enough to appreciate every single movement. Those beautiful blue eyes were on me, but instead of angry, they were possessive, but it was practically the same look.

I expected this to end within seconds, if not a minute, because of how hard up we both were. But it kept going, as if neither one of us wanted it to end. It was hot watching his strong body work to push inside me, the way his skin beaded with sweat, the way the flesh over his muscles started to flush red from the blood.

I’d never taken a man of his size, and while it hurt, it was worth it. He amplified the pleasure with his thickness and his reach, taking up every single inch of me so he could please me in a way other men couldn’t.

I felt the slow burn again, in my stomach, between my legs, everywhere all at once. My arms hooked under his shoulders, and my nails started to drag down his back, leaving marks that would last for days. “I’m gonna come again…” I said it in disbelief, more to myself than to him, because another lover had never been more generous.

He rocked his hips differently now, rubbing his pelvic bone right into my hip. “I know.”

“Ooh…” I automatically bit my lower lip because it felt so good, to be full with him and be pressed by him at the same time. It was an overload of pleasure, an ecstasy I’d never reached. “Ohhhh…” I came with a moan, my hips bucking against him automatically, eyes forming tears in the corners because it was all so damn good.

His thrusts turned to pounds, and he conquered my body with his powerful hips, taking me harder than he had. Deep. Strong. Fast.

I grabbed on to his ass and tugged, pulling him deeper into me, feeling his dick harden just a little more.

And then he finished with a deep moan, the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

With his head reared back slightly, he filled me, giving me all the evidence we needed to prove that he’d fulfilled his duty.

My body immediately slackened because it was exhausted. All my muscles relaxed, and I suddenly felt high, like I could drift off then and there for a long night of sleep.

He pulled out of me and rolled over, his skin shiny with sweat, his powerful chest rising and falling quickly as he caught his breath. Slowly, his breathing returned to normal, his lungs working less to reclaim everything they’d lost.

I reached for the blanket below, but my arm wasn’t long enough.

He grabbed it for me and pulled it on top of me.

My eyes closed.

I heard him a moment later, getting dressed at the foot of the bed.