King Sized

“Yes,” I breathe. “Don’t make me wait.”

A quick rustle of clothes is followed by the thick head of Rex’s shaft pressing to my opening. Inch after delicious inch slides inside me, Rex planting himself hard with a male grunt. “Is my cock to your liking, my queen?” he growls, raking my neck with his teeth.

“It’s perfect,” I whisper, overcome suddenly by the moment. Standing in the pinkish-orange light, celebrating our love for each other. “Everything is perfect.”

With our bodies tightly joined, Rex circles his strong arms around me, our mouths meeting for a kiss over my right shoulder. “Perfect,” he agrees, pouring love so fierce it shakes me into the kiss. “Perfect, enduring, forever. I love you with all my heart and soul, Britta.”

“I love you, too,” I gasp, my eyes wet. Then I push my hips back on a tight grind, making him hiss, slapping a scarred hand down on the tower for balance. “Now show me, my king.”

THE END