A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

“Hmm, more,” I breathed, my arm looped around his shoulders. I pulled him to my breast and pushed my legs even wider, trying to invite him in. “Yes, Nyfain, more.”

He continued to suck, the sensation spearing down through me as his fingers trailed along the outside of my folds, almost tickling. He turned his hand, fingers pointing down, and applied a little more pressure, still too far from where I needed him. He followed the curve of my body until he almost reached my asshole, finding a trickle of my wetness dribbling down.

“Hmm, you’re so wet,” he growled.

He released my nipple with a pop before repositioning me over his hard cock. He leaned me back farther, his hand playing with me again, dragging wetness up and over my clit, getting everything slick.

I slowly gyrated my hips, clenching and unclenching the muscles in my cunt.

“What do you need?” he murmured, running his knuckles to either side of my clit, teasing me. “Tell me what you need.”

“I need your hard cock.” I panted. I couldn’t get enough air. My body boiled under his touch. “I need you to fuck me with your big cock.”

He slid his scorching mouth back up my neck as his hand roamed down my slit yet again, pausing on the very inside of my thigh. His thumb lightly wiggled over my clit this time, his touch still light and teasing.

I gyrated harder against him, spread wide, focused on every point of contact.

“Please,” I said, gripping his shoulders hard.

He pushed his fingers to my entrance. His hand rested against me, the heel of his palm against my clit, and I pushed my hips forward to press harder against it. Then back and forward again, fucking his hand.

I moaned, dragging his lips up to mine. He lifted his butt, my weight nothing to him, before yanking the slip out from under him. I leaned back long enough for him to pull it over his head and toss it aside. I didn’t go right back to his lips, though. Not right away. Instead, I feasted on all that scarred and inked muscle, hard and cut. I traced my fingers down it, giving him a light kiss before scratching my nail across one of his nipples.

He groaned softly, applying a little more pressure to my clit. I pushed into his fingers, frustrated when he backed off. I was still on the verge. My body wound tighter. Frustrated but enjoying it.

I yanked on his hair, dragging his head back, and then kissed him hard. I could feel his lips curve upward under mine before he plunged his fingers into me. His thumb pressed against my clit, and then he started rubbing just right.

“Oh fu—”

The orgasm made me shudder against him. His growl of approval preceded him turning me to face him, guiding my knees to either side of his. He cupped my cheek, his eyes hooded, his face so fucking beautiful I couldn’t stand it. He pulled me down to him, sucking in my bottom lip and running his teeth across it. His other hand kneaded my ass cheek while he brought me into position.

“Slide that wet pussy over the tip of my cock,” he ordered me. “Get my shaft all nice and wet.”

I reached down and grabbed his base, keeping him steady while I angled my body forward. His tip slid between my folds. I paused at my clit, rubbing him across it, and shivered in delight. I angled my body a little more, sliding down the underside of him.

He pulled his hands away from me, settling back against the chair. He spread his arms to either side, watching me push forward again, running along his cock until it was again pressed on my clit. Forward again, grinding against him, trapping his cock between my wet cunt and his lap. Wetness ran down over his balls, and I reached back to massage it against his skin.

“That’s right,” he murmured, his eyes on fire now, drinking me in. “Work me however you want me. Take what is yours.”

I stroked up his shaft, trapping it between my body and my hand, and then paused with his tip right at my opening. He watched where his cock touched me, glistening now, so hard. I kept it there and leaned forward, running my hands down his neck and then tickling over the marks branding his skin.

His groan was soft, and his eyes drifted shut.

“Watch me, Nyfain,” I said, infusing my words with power. My dragon scraped it through his body. “Watch your pretty mate fuck you.”

His smile was whiskey smooth as his heavy eyelids drifted open again.

“As you command, my queen,” he said.

I felt down over his delicious pecs before slowly lowering. His cock disappeared into my wet flesh. It was so large and thick, filling me in the most amazing way possible. I watched my fingertips trace over his cut abs.