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Destroyed Destiny (Crowne Point 4)

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Her naked tits and breath heated my chest. I could take off her dress, but with her ripped-open bodice, and the tulle barely shielding her ass from me, it twisted something dark inside me. My little wife was a queen—one I got to defile.

“You look like a queen, little wife,” I murmured against her neck, fucking her ass slowly with my finger. “Hmm…” I lifted the tattered lace and bone bodice. “A queen who lets her king do whatever the fuck he wants with her.”

Her ass squeezed around my finger.

I grinned. “You like that?” I slid another finger inside her. “What would my queen let me do to her?”

“Anything,” she breathed.

I slipped a third finger inside her ass, stretching.

“Anything?”

Her breath hot on my lips. “Always.”

My cock was aching. Hard. Dripping onto my thigh.

When I spoke, my voice didn’t sound right. Too low. Too rough. “You might regret that, little wife.”

She opened her mouth to speak, but froze as I slid the fourth finger inside her ass. Her head fell to my chest, nails digging into my arms, my neck.

“More,” she begged, ragged and loud.

She was ready.

I pulled my fingers out and she whined.

My dick jolted at the sound. Lost. She was fucking lost to me. And fuck if that wasn’t addicting, because I was lost to her.

I flipped her so her back was flush against my chest, so I could feel every squirm she made, and so I could play with her cunt while I slid into her.

I’d know if I was too much before she told me.

As I angled my cock with her ass, she squirmed, trying to bare down on me, nails biting into my thigh.

“Please. Please. Please—”

I pushed up and she broke off, a twisted, pretty groan slipping from her pouty lips.

Fucking. Perfect.

I couldn’t not watch her face. Her dilated pupils or her wet parted lips. Her hand slipped from my thigh and tangled in my hair as she took me up her ass for the first time. I could read everything she was feeling in her eyes, in the way her mouth parted.

“How do I feel inside you?” My throat hoarse.

“Big,” she gasped.

I laughed. “What else, little nun?” I moved aside the curls stuck to the sweat on her forehead. “How do you feel here?” I feathered my touch between her breasts, down her stomach, and across her pussy as I slid in just a little more. “Are you aching? Throbbing?”

She licked her lips, a small, needy sound slipping from her throat.

I ripped her back by the hair and slammed my lips against hers, two fingers on her clit, stealing the rest of her sounds.

They’re mine.

“More,” she breathed against my lips. “Please.” She tried to push down on my cock.

“For every secret you give me, I’ll give you an inch of my cock.”



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