Page 46 of Runaway Queen

My mouth closed around her hard nipple, already proudly sitting upright like a little rosebud in the cool night air. I sucked it between my teeth and rolled it against my hot, wet tongue. She shivered; her skin prickled beneath my hands. I gripped her other tit with my fist, hefting it, squeezing it, thumbing the nipple, while I feasted with my mouth. Moving higher, I sucked a dark bruising love kiss against her collarbone, and then another, a chain of them.

“Have fun covering these up for school, let those fuckers with hard-ons and lingering eyes know… your owner has returned,” I murmured against her skin, dragging my stubbled mouth back and forth, then landing on her other tit.

She moaned, a sweet sound, and I clamped a hand over her lips.

I moved my hands to my jeans and pulled myself free, my cock angry with pent-up desire. It nearly hurt when I pumped my palm up and down, the dry friction burning. I didn’t mind the pain. I welcomed it. My life had given me nothing but pain, and it had become my most faithful companion.

It had never deserted me, unlike the stunning woman moaning beneath me.

I pulled one of her nipples between my teeth and lightly bit down. She gasped, her hips desperately bumping upward to meet mine. Sofia wanted to be fucked like this, tied up and gagged on the forest floor… by me.

I didn’t know how that made me feel, only that this was supposed to be the start of her punishment, not fun.

I bit harder around her nipple, nipping the sensitive skin, and moved my hand faster on my cock. Releasing her tit with a pop, I let my other hand fall away and leaned back. She made a beautiful sight, lying on the ground, hands bound, her bare chest red and well-sucked, nipples puffy and desperate for more. Leaning up on my knees, I pushed her dress up until her black lace panties were on full display. Reaching out a finger, I stroked it down her middle.

She was soaking wet.

“You’re sodden for me, prom queen? You want me that badly?”

She stared at me, unabashed. Then she nodded.

“You want the man who contemplated burying you alive last night?”

She took a shuddering breath. “I’m just being honest.”

“How novel for you.”

I reached for her panties, using the knife again.

I felt my release barreling down on me, just at the very sight of her eyes on my cock. She didn’t look nearly scared enough. Something about the want in her eyes undid me. I shouldn’t have seen it. I should have blindfolded her, too, but as it was, I couldn’t avoid it.

I tore off her panties and cast them aside. Prowling across her, it hurt how much I needed to be inside her. I pressed her legs apart, pushing roughly between the cradle of her thighs. My cock brushed against her wet heat. I slipped my hands beneath her hips, raising her just enough to press inside. I wasn’t gentle. I gave her no escape. Maybe my roughness would make her push me away. Or maybe she would change her mind about wanting me.

She did neither. My deceitful little prom queen opened her arms and pulled me closer. Her surrender threatened the remaining shred of my sanity. She clung to me, brought her hips up to meet my ruthless thrusts, matching my desire at every turn. Her hands pulled at me, her lips pressed against my neck and up my throat, scattering kisses along my jaw. If she was trying to undo me, it was working.

I was going to come, I couldn’t last. Not when she was kissing me so sweetly, apologizing in tiny, silent ways with every move. She was still my little swallow, and now, she sat in the palm of my hand, waiting for me to crush her, if I wanted.

I didn’t want to. I never had. I could only ever love her. I didn’t know how to do anything else.

The pace increased between us, and the wet slap of our bodies meeting sounded obscene in the night air. There was something primal about fucking her there on the forest floor, against the dried leaves and pine needles. There, in the woods, where I’d always found comfort, I found her again. Mylastochka, welcoming me with open arms, no matter the pieces we’d torn from each other.

She cried out first, her pussy clamping tightly around my cock, her entire body clenching. I kissed her roughly through it, swallowing the sounds of her pleasure. I wanted it all for myself. I needed it. She came endlessly, tightening with pulses and flutters so strong, it sent me over the edge. Following her, I came with a silent growl, stuffing my cock as deep as I could inside her, streaking her insides with my cum, filling her right up. She brought a hand to my cheek, pressing a sweet kiss to my forehead. A flash on her finger forced my brain back to life. She never had explained it.

“Whose fucking ring are you wearing while your tight, needy pussy sucks up my cum?” My voice was harsh. I was surprised I could speak through the orgasm I’d just had. After seven years of denying myself, I was surprised I could do anything at all.

Her cheeks flushed. “I don’t want to be hit on.”

“It’s just a disguise, then?” My cum was welling out of her hole. I watched it, fascinated. It felt wrong to see it seeping out. My dick was still hard. It would probably take a year of fucking her to take the edge off and make up for lost time. I had no problem with that, but Sofia might. Too bad she didn’t have a choice. “You still think I can’t tell when you’re lying, prom queen?” I pushed myself back inside her, my hard cock gliding through the cum inside her cunt.

She gasped. Her pussy was still twitching inside.

“I’m not lying.”

I pulled out after a few thrusts and slid to the side. A little rearrangement, and I had my wet dick poised at her mouth.

“There was a time I would have believed that.” I rubbed the dripping tip of myself against her lips until they were shiny with both our juices. “Now, I can’t trust this mouth more than this. Lick me clean.”

I gripped her chin with firm fingers. She held my eyes with hers as she slowly opened her lips and licked the head of me, before taking me inside the hot cavern of her mouth. Fuck. It felt unbelievable to be touched by her. A woman who had been my obsession since the first night we’d met, when she was a sheltered Mafia princess, all of seventeen. As she polished my dick with her tongue, I realized I could come again. I leaned forward, trapping her head and forcing my cock further inside. She welcomed me in, her eyes on me, widening her jaw as far as could to take me. Skull-fucking her into the forest floor hadn’t been the plan, but she was sucking me off so well, I couldn’t hold back. I fucked her face, my tip hitting the back of her throat. She had nowhere to go. The sound of her soft gagging nearly undid me.

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