Her head turned, her lips wet and hungry red. “Why now?”
All I saw was her sensuality. There wasn’t a single tremor of fear in her now.
“Because I gave you time and I want you to let me all the way in. For you to let yourself all the way out again. You need this, only from me.”
“I don’t want the key,” she said vehemently.
Those forceful words pulsed all the way to the head of my cock.
I growled, nipping at her neck. “You have all the power when you give yourself like this to me.”
With one more stroke of my hands from her tits to her tummy, I set to work. Her juicy rear end was popped out just right and I could even see the flushed, wet state of her pussy from this angle.
I started with gentle swats to that thick ass, growling again when she moaned immediately. My slaps became sharper, more incessant, interspersed with caresses all over.
“Don’t worry.” I nipped hard at her hip. “I won’t let you fall.”
When I spanked her sweet cunt, juices splatted and her hips gyrated and my dick went steel hard.
I needed a taste.
Forgetting all about the spanking, I dropped down behind her. I admired that hot cunt before launching my tongue into her. Gathering every single bit of control, I made myself go slow. I used my mouth, my tongue, my chin, my nose to spiral pleasure into her.
“You are fucking delicious,” I muttered into her divine pussy before gently clipping her clit between my teeth.
The next time I snaked my tongue from inside her gash and up and around her clit, she wailed out and arched back. Holding onto her bowl-like belly from below, I continued eating from her slippery sweet cunt throughout her entire climax. And she finally broke through what had been done to her that night. That day. In the cell.
Standing behind her, I groaned loudly. “You own me too, prinkípissa.”
I couldn’t hold off any longer. I entered her with one long forceful stroke, filling her entirely from my cockhead to my hot balls.
She was a snug fit anyway, but with the fullness of her womb, the massaging pressure inside of her was fucking mind-blowing.
“Yes, Aris,” she moaned out lusciously.
I gave Roya a long, slow, hard fuck that made her thrust back. Her ripe ass bounced off my groin, and I took two great handfuls of the pinkened flesh, really working her over with the weighty stiffness of my cock.
Just as she began to come all over me again, I released the cords from her cuffs. I buried my dick to the root and my face in her neck and roared to release some of the pressure while she kept convulsing around me.
I didn’t want to give her my load yet.
Pulling out made me groan, and she gave another gasp. I picked her up with more care than I thought myself capable of at that moment and carried her over to one of the big, cushioned chairs. After letting her slide down my body, I brought her in for a thirsty kiss full of such desire and greed.
Then I sat down, widened my thighs, and beckoned her to me.
My voice came out as a gravelly echo when I said, “Turn around and get on my cock, prinkípissa.”
I wanted to feel her embed me deep—take my cock—over and over again. Wanted to watch her hips swing. I wanted my hands on her glorious tits, feel her hair lash against my chest, palm her tummy. And mostly—da—I wanted to see her generous ass jostle while she swiveled up and down on my lap.
I helped guide her down, adjusting her to the right angle to take my fat purple cockhead into her needy little cunt.
When she twisted her hips and slotted me in, I snarled ferally. “Oh fuck yes. Take that dick.”
Holding both sides of her plump ass, I drew her down, down, down.
She tossed her head from side to side, maddening me with the soft whips of her black hair. As soon as she settled, she began to rise again with a hypnotic swish of her hips, her pussy letting my slathered shaft emerge.
Another gasp, a louder moan, and Roya sped back down my pole.
She bent forward, clutching my knees, rocking her ass, sucking in my cock.
I held onto her breasts that swung, growing bigger for the advent of milk.
I grasped her hips that were widening.
I molded my palms to her belly while she worked my shaft in and out, undulating, writhing, always lathering me.
Needing, fucking always needing, I clasped her beneath her thighs and bucked up from below. I lunged, hard and fast, from my groin. I speared into her as she spilled over me again. Her head fell against my shoulder, her breasts tipped upward, her pussy spasmed.
I drove up into her, harsh breaths raking from my lips. And I finally let loose, hilting her deep, jetting wad after wad of cum into her sheath that trembled around my cock for seconds, minutes . . . what felt like hours.
And when I was finally done, my groin was wet and Roya had gone completely lax, supine against me.
I kissed her cheek, her ear, her neck, a raspy chuckle rumbling from me. “Are you already going to sleep on me?”
She smiled, and I felt it against my throat when she turned her face into me.
My gorgeous woman.
Proving myself not to be a complete animal, I carefully cleaned her up before taking her to bed.
But I definitely wanted to fill her with my cum again soon.
I reclined against the pillows, and she used my chest to nestle against. Her nascent womb settled against my side, a pleasing pressure I would never tire of.
She idly traced fingertips across my tats while I hummed with sheer satisfaction.
“When are we getting married exactly?” She peeked at me, long lashes fanning those sparkly eyes that reminded me of night skies.
I squeezed her hip and dropped a kiss to her lips. “In two days.”
She sat up. “But, Aris! I don’t even have a wedding gown.”
“Ah, but you do.” Pulling her back down, I ran my fingers along her side. “Several to choose from in fact.”
She gave me a little mischievous grin. “What did you do? Kidnap a dressmaker? Abduct a designer?”
I barked a laugh. “You are the only woman I’ve ever taken, and I don’t think it was entirely against your will, Roya.”
Huffing, she rolled her eyes.
After kissing her again, I mentioned, “I had the designer you love back in Dubai create several options for you. They’re all hanging in one of the other bedrooms.”
“You are very sneaky.”
“Thank you.” My grin wouldn’t go away.
She settled back down, mollified at least for the moment. I folded a hand over hers on top of the mound of her belly where our baby girl grew. Roya’s ruby ring glinted, and I twirled the band to watch light shine off the large gemstone.
My soon-to-be-wife.
Roya began drifting off whether I was done with her or not . . . I supposed she had had a very long, very eventful day. And only one nap. But she popped back wide awake when we both felt it at the same time. One of those unexpected little pokes coming from inside her belly.