Page 79 of Under the Lion Star

She nodded, stating her agreement with a hum but not pausing her ministrations.

My eyes closed once more, my hands fisting in the sheets as I dropped my head back onto the pillow. The heat in my lower abdomen flared, but I refused to finish anywhere other than deep inside her cunt.

I grabbed her jaw with barely restrained need, pulling her away from of my cock. She opened her mouth to protest, but I used my other hand to tug her up the bed and flip her onto her back. My length pressed between her legs, our hips meeting.

When I wedged my knees under her thighs, she raised her arms above her, gripping onto the base of the headboard. The angle provided a tantalizing view of her sex.

“You’re wet,” I smirked, running my fingers through her arousal. “Is this from having my cock down your throat?”

Z gave a tiny nod, letting out a breathy whimper as I replaced my fingers with my dick, moving the head up and down her slit. I added a bit of pressure, just the way she liked, over that bundle of nerves I had learned to work expertly.

My free hand moved over her lower stomach, following the flare of her hips to her waist and back down. Her smooth skin pebbled under my touch, and her peaked nipples pressed upward with each inhale. I bent over to take one into my mouth.

Feeling her spine shift with each movement I made only spurred me further, and I guided the head of my length to her entrance, pushing in the slightest amount before pulling it back out.

“Stop teasing me,” she moaned, biting the back of her hand.

“Yes, my queen,” I chuckled against her breast.

I sat upright, my eyes fixed on where I most wanted to be, when I finally pressed into her warmth, slowly savoring the feel with an agonizingly slow pace. Her back arched with each additional inch I gave her, and both her hands fisted in the pillow over her head.

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Take it all.”

Once fully seated, I grabbed her hips, my fingertips digging into the flesh of her ass, and guided her body slowly off of me. We moaned in unison, mine from the sight of her cunt stretched around my cock.

I increased the pace, pulling her onto me so forcefully that her breasts bounced with each contact. Her hands moved to my forearms, gripping me so tightly that her fingernails left tiny crescents in my skin.

“Leor,” she whimpered.

“Too much?” I asked with a wry grin.

“I–” her thought trailed off into another breathy moan as I moved my thumb to the apex of her thighs and rubbed rough circles to silence her.

“Your pleasure is mine, remember?” I taunted. “I’ll determine what you can handle.”

“Yes,” she keened, throwing her head back into the pillow and pressing her eyes shut.

“Tsk. Tsk,” I clicked my tongue, stopping all movement. “Give me those eyes.”

The glare she threw at me only made me laugh, but I resumed my motions now that she was watching everything I could give her. Things that only I could provide.

Thrust after thrust, I grunted words of praise as we both grew closer, her thighs trembling against my sides. Her hands moved to her breasts, twirling and pinching her nipples as I pounded into her perfect body.

When she finally crested, her back arched off the bed, and her mouth opened on a silent cry, but the only word that escaped was her breathy attempt at calling out my name.

The way her sex gripped me, pulsing over my entire length, was my limit. With a ragged groan, I spilled myself into her, pulling her hips into mine so that I could fill every single inch of her.

Zialda went limp, her body melting into the sheets beneath her, and her hands languidly fell to her sides. I kept my hold on her legs despite their trembling. I eased back, watching as my seed spilled out of her, joined with the fluid of her own release.

I gathered the mixture with my fingertips, pressing them back inside of her.

Z whimpered, her eyes meeting mine as her eyebrows bowed inward and her lips parted. My fingers curled, and I ensured they were fully coated before removing them and hovering them over her mouth.

“Open,” I gave the command on a rasp, but she obeyed immediately.

I slid my fingers over her tongue. “Suck.”

Her lips closed around the digits, her tongue working to lick them clean.

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