A Queen of Ruin (Deliciously Dark Fairytales 4)

He left his arms wide on the armrests, letting me do all the work. Taking his pleasure as I took mine.

I smiled as I bumped down, flush, his cock buried deep.

“I want you to fill me up with your cum,” I told him, rising slowly and swiveling my hips. I moaned softly and let my head fall back. My long hair dusted his thighs. “I want you to fuck me, over and over, in every way imaginable, with no help from the heat. I want you to keep going until I am sated and dripping with you. And then I want you to fuck me once more to put me to sleep.”

I rolled as I sat back down, a little quicker. Back up, I dragged that hard length against the spot inside me that made me melt. Glorious shivers danced across my skin. I pushed my palms up over my breasts and pinched my nipples.

“Hmm,” I said, sitting down harder, driving that cock in deep again.

He grunted, and through a small slit in my eyes, I watched the muscles tense in his mouth-watering torso.

With a wicked smile, I rose again, running my hands up and over me, pulling up my hair. I rolled my body, hitting all the right areas.

“Tomorrow I want to be sore when I get to the work tent.” This time I sat down hard.

His grunt accompanied a jerk this time. His shoulders tensed, then his arms, and he gripped the edges of the armrests. His eyes burned. Lava pooled through the bond.

I laughed, riding the fire.

“That’s right, baby. Try to resist touching me,” I taunted him, rolling my hips as I lifted. When he was nearly falling out of me, I lowered a fraction. Just a fraction. Then back up. Down and up, working my hips, just moving him over that one spot in my pussy. “Let your queen play with your cock.”

I kept at it, feeling his thighs tense under me now. His jaw was clenched.

Still I worked, keeping the penetration shallow, pleasing myself and leaving most of him untouched.

“I want to work the plants with your cum dripping down my thighs,” I said boldly, jerking now. I let my hair tumble down and grabbed one of my nipples with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other. “I want part of you inside me and your smell all over me. I want those women to know the golden dragon king, as handsome as he is powerful, as ruthless as he is caring, is mine.”

I slammed down onto him as my fingers worked. A hot spike of pleasure sent me over, rocking through my body. I cried out, torn apart by the climax.

“Be careful what you ask for, my queen,” he gritted out. “You just might get it.”

And then he was standing, still impaling me on that hard cock. He held me with one hand and used the other to throw my arms around his shoulders. He cupped the back of my neck and pulled me closer, claiming my lips.

He walked me into the other room, leaving me to hold myself against him while he clutched my hips and worked me up and down his cock.

“I don’t need the fucking heat to keep going,” he said. “I’m going to fuck that pussy raw. And then I’m going to lay into your ass. I’ll have you dripping a trail of my cum to the garden if you aren’t careful.”

He laid me on the edge of the bed carefully, worked up but obviously not forgetting about the pregnancy. That didn’t stop him from slamming his cock into me, groaning with the wet slap.

“Fuck yes,” he said under his breath, starting a fast pace before ripping himself out and flipping me over. “Brace yourself on the bed with your arms. Don’t lie on your stomach.”

At this early stage, lying on my stomach wouldn’t affect anything, but I did as he said anyway. I liked his protective urges.

He gripped my hips and pulled me back as he thrust forward, slapping against me again. And again. The sounds of sex filled the room, my two orgasms adding to the wetness.

“This one is for me,” he told me, pounding into me. “You’ll take your pleasure, but you won’t come. You’ll be ridden for my benefit only. Do you understand?”

I whimpered as he kept going, hammering home, my body so wound up I didn’t see how I could possibly hold back.

“Do you understand?” His power tore through me.

“Ugh, yes,” I said, letting my head drop forward, my elbows bending from the pleasurable onslaught. “Yes!”

He reached over and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking back. “Good girl.”

His cock beat a fast rhythm. My clit throbbed with the need to be touched, but if I did, I’d go over the edge. I gritted my teeth, the pleasure coursing through me, the need to come pulsing.