Perfection.
I bear her down to the bed. “Better be quiet. You wouldn’t want your men to hear you coming around my cock.”
“That’s right. My men.” She digs her heels into the small of my back, driving me to fuck her harder. Her breasts bounce with each stroke, and her expression is so fucking fierce. “Cover my mouth. Make me come, Daddy.”
Pressure is already building in my spine, this mutual claiming too fucking sexy to hold out for much longer. “You’re the queen. Make yourself come.”
Her smile damn near blinds me. She hooks the back of my neck and drags my mouth down to hers even as she slides her hand between us to finger her clit. She’s as primed as I am, and three strokes later, I have to pull back and cover her mouth with my hand as she comes apart around my cock. It’s too good. More than that, I want to come deep inside her, to seal this new turn in our relationship with something so much stronger than words. I orgasm with a low curse and keep pumping into her, not wanting this to end.
When I finally drop the side of her and hitch her leg over my hip, she laughs. “Why do I have the feeling you’re not finished with me?”
“I’ll never be finished with you.” The truth, stark between us.
Happiness lights up her eyes. “Good.” She bites her bottom lip as I push two fingers into her. “I have to meet with my generals in an hour.”
“Then we have time for another couple orgasms before you do.” I watch her expression go hazy with pleasure, reveling in the fact that it’s me here, in her bed, at her side, causing it. “Now that you’re queen of your territory, what are you going to do next?”
“You’re asking me that now?” She laughs breathlessly. “I take it you have a suggestion.”
“I do.” I push a third finger into her. “Someone recently told me that there’s good money and power to be had by taking our operation digital.”
“Mmm.” She arches into my touch, trying to take me deeper. “This someone sounds rather brilliant.”
“She is. Beautiful and brilliant.” I dip down to speak directly into her ear. “And mine.”
Her hips move as she tries to fuck my fingers. “Say it again.”
“Mine.” I gather her close, keeping up the touch that will have her coming apart again. “My baby girl, my woman.” I nip her bottom lip, catching her cry with my mouth. Only when I’ve taken her down from the edge do I finish. “My queen.”