Oh my God. I’m panting as my fingers continue.
“Tell me,” he commands.
“Please don’t stop, King,” I moan as he breaths deeply. “Please don’t stop licking my pussy.”
“I want to slide another finger inside of you kitten, do that for me now,” he commands and I do as he says.
“I want to hook it inside of you and massage your walls while my tongue flicks your clit,” he continues.
The way he says the word clit sends shivers up my spine and it times perfectly with my fingers as they do their work.
“Are your nipples hard?” he asks me. I can feel that they are and it takes me a moment to clear my throat. “Yes, King, my nipples are hard for you.”
“I want to twist them. Do that for me,” he orders and I pull my bra down, place the phone on the bed putting it on speakerphone and begin to flick and twist my nipple.
It feels so wrong, doing this on Arsen’s bed. I know what I’m doing. But I just don’t care at this point. Lust has overtaken my brain as King Henry comes through the speakers of the phone.
“Now imagine my cock, thick and hard, kitten,” he says. “Blood pumping through its veins as it hovers over you, ready to penetrate your pussy. Imagine it as it slides in and fills you. Expands you.”
I can’t take much more of this. I’m going to cum soon. I feel the threshold lowering and myself passing the point of no return.
“Imagine my hands over you, squeezing your ass as I pound your pussy,” he says over the phone. “Imagine as I suck your tits and spank your ass. Hard.”
I wouldn’t care at this point who walked in the door. At that very moment I’ve lost myself to the pleasure I’m about to experience.
“Imagine my hands as they spank your ass cheeks. My cock pistoning in and out of you…”
I don’t hear any more. I’ve lost the capacity. I close my eyes. The body of Arsen Hawke is over me in my head with the voice of King Henry. Fucking me. Dominating me completely.
I let go and cum.
Waves of pleasure go through my body and I let out a moan that is earthy and lewd at the same time. A fire spreads from my loins and rips through my body, leaving me sweating and trembling as my muscles seize up and contract. Pleasure knocks me out and my eyes roll back inside my head. I arch my body and fee
l myself give way to numbness and nothingness. I’m awake, but incapacitated by fire. And ice. I’m weightless but can’t move. My body twitches and I lose my sight. Stars fill my vision and I lose myself in a void.
When I come to, I’m breathing heavily. So is King Henry on the other side of the phone. My heart is pounding and I take the phone.
“Are you there?” he asks me.
“Yes, King,” I say weakly, still recovering from the orgasm that ripped through my body.
“Good, be kind to your friend when he returns,” King Henry says, and with that he hangs up.
Leaving me lying there on Arsen’s bed.
My panties are wet so I take them off, and I throw my bra across the room as well. I’m lying naked in a haze on Arsen’s bed and all I want is more sex. I don’t care if Arsen asks me what I’m doing when he comes back in and I lay there.
After a few minutes, I hear the door open and footsteps come into his room.
I’m staring at the ceiling, lost in a sea of post-orgasmic bliss when I notice him taking his clothes off. He joins me on the bed, kissing my stomach, and then my tits. I shudder. Not in fear, but in pleasure as his hands roam my body before settling on my mound, pressing down on it.
I’m ready for more and I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer to me.
“You look like you need a good fucking,” Arsen says with a smirk.
“Less talk,” I say to him, wrapping my legs around his torso and bucking my hips like a wild woman. “More cock.”
I’m going to have a price to pay at one point. I know that. But for now, all I can think of is the moment. I just pray that this pleasure never stops.