“Fuck me…” I say under my breath as I imagine palming her breast. Her tits are perky, and her nipples are pink.
“At your command, King,” she says softly stepping forward. My hands instinctively reach out and grip her hips hard. There will be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. That is just a sign of how intense our love is. Fuck, there is that word again: Love.
“I think I love you…” I whisper against her chest as she sits on my lap, my cock slipping in between us.
“What?” she questions just above a whisper. Her voice is filled with surprise.
“Ride me,” I demand instead of repeating what I had just said.
“Wait… Did you say you love me?” she asks. Her eyes are eager to meet mine, and I know she will know I am telling her the truth when I look her in the eyes. So I do just that: I look her straight in the eyes.
Bree
Did he just say he loves me? Did Alzerro the king actually tell me that he loves me? Is he even capable of love?
“Didn’t you just accuse me of lying to you?” I ask. His eyes hold all the answers I will ever need. However, he isn’t giving any away. All I can tell is that he meant what he said. He loves me.
“Shut that sassy ass mouth, Bree. Fuck me. Of course I fucking love you. How can I not? You’re beautiful. You killed someone for me, and you’re still dealing with my ass after all this… So now will you please, pretty fucking please, ride my cock until I’m swelling and my seed leaks out into you?”
Though it isn’t the sweetest way to confess your love for someone, it is perfect for Zerro.
“Fuck, yes, I will,” I say, kissing him fiercely.
“That a girl…” he somehow mumbles out while my lips are on his. My hands go into his hair, gripping at the softness of it. He is beautiful, even if he is lost and broken on the inside. I know if I could do anything, it would be to save him from himself.
One of his hands finds its way onto my hip while the other slides in-between my legs, honing in on my clit.
He flicks at it softly, causing a swarm of butterflies to escape from my belly.
“Ahhh…”
“You feel that baby? Do you fucking feel that? It’s like your soul is soaring while your body takes flight. Your chest fills with air while your mind is going a million miles an hour, but all you can focus on is that one thing that completes you —that’s what being with you is like.”
Though he’s talking, all I can focus on is that one thing—him. All I can focus on is the way his finger flicks back and forth, the way his hot breath feels against my skin, and the way his hand bites into my flesh so painfully that I know he’s resisting the urge to slam into me.
“Come for me, baby. Come so hard on my hand, harder than you ever have in your life.” At his command, I feel my walls clenching. The delicious feeling of flying zings through me, and I feel as if I’m on the verge of something different – something unseen, something never felt before.
I collapse onto his chest, and just when I think it’s over, he slides into me. He places both hands on my hips, holding me in place, waiting for me to come back down from my high.
“You clench me so fucking tightly, baby,” he whispers in my ear, his teeth grazing my skin.
Then it’s as if I don’t just come, it’s as if I’m feeling him for the first time deep inside of me. I sit up to look down at him. His eyes are a dark chocolate brown with flecks of gold I hadn’t noticed before.
“I’m hungry for you… Starving…” he murmurs, kneading my breasts in a way that has me moving against him.
“I love you,” I blurt out, slamming down onto him. I’m working him in and out of me, focusing on my pace, when I think I faintly hear him say, “I know.”
I watch as his head tilts back with his mouth open. His eyes are closed, and he looks to be in heaven.
“Fuck yes…” he hisses as I continue to slam down on him. My hips pivot with every movement, and I feel his tip rubbing against my back wall.
“Oh yeah, baby… Ride that cock… Show me who owns you…” His dirty words and seductive voice push me harder.
I stop bouncing and just swivel my hips back and forth. I push down on him hard and am met with a delicious reward. His hands grip my hips harder and harder as he urges me to go harder, my clit rubbing against his cock. Fuck yes. Fuck yes. Fuck yes.
“I… Can’t…” I barely get out in between breaths. My chest is constricting, and my body is reeling with pleasurable sparks. His hands slip from my hips and behind his head as I open my eyes and peer down at him. He’s watching me ride him with eyes that are glazed over and a soft smile on his lips.
“You can, and you will, come. Again and again, until I tell you that you can’t anymore.”
“Ahhh…” Is all I can say as I continue to ride him harder and harder. Every slide in and out of him pushes me that much closer to my goal—to the finish line.
“Come. Now!” he yells suddenly. My insides clench around him, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. I stop breathing as beautiful, colorful flashes erupt in my head. I can’t stop myself from scratching his chest; my nails dig deep into his skin so deeply, I worry he might be bleeding.
His hands come back up to my hips where he holds me so he can slam into me over and over again. My legs tremble like jelly, and just when I don’t think I can take anymore, he’s there pushing me to the edge again.