Page 70 of Regal Queen

“Is that what you want, Rose?” he growled, his voice a deep tremor that sent vibrations straight up me. “Do you want me to own this pussy?”

I pressed my hands against the back of the door, holding on for my life as shooting sparks of pleasure zipped straight up inside me. I shamelessly ground against his mouth, chasing my high.

A hand came down on my inner thigh, sending a searing sensation through me.

“I said,” he did it again, and I cried out at the need pulling through me, “do you want me to own this cunt?”

I nodded my head, tears sliding down my face as my emotions tore through me. That’s exactly what I wanted. He slapped my inner thigh again and I cried out, unable to stop myself any longer. “Yes!”

His teeth sunk into my pussy lips, and I heaved with the effort of keeping myself upright. Pressure in my core jackhammered through me with every pump of his knuckle. My heart thudded against my ribs. I clutched my fingers in his hair, hanging on for my life as he ripped the ground from underneath me, flinging me over the edge of the precipice.

I shattered. Hard.

Bucking wildly, I clenched my teeth as my orgasm detonated like a bomb going off between my thighs. He lapped at my sensitive clit, consuming me with every stroke of his tongue. I groaned out, clenching, grinding. “Fuck me, Bourbon. I need to feel you inside me.”

Within seconds, he was on his feet, his zipper down. I heaved as he pulled his erect cock out, thick and long, dripping with pre-come. He plunged inside me and I mewled with want as he stretched me open, wrapping his hands under my thighs to spread me wider. Then he pushed me against the wall again, using it for leverage as he slammed inside me. Letting one of my thighs go, he grabbed my chin, forcing me to look upwards.

“Look at me, Rose.” I stared into his eyes, a guttural moan ripping from my throat as he pounded into me. The pounding only made my orgasm stretch out, sparks shooting, soaring through my body, lighting me on fire. “Look at me as I take you. I need you to see me as I fuck you.”

“Yes,” I cried out. “Please.”

“Tell me you want this. Want me to claim you with my dick.”

He pounded me like a man who had no limits. Like a man desperate to have me. Like a man frantic to stake a claim over me. Tension crackled between us like lightning, striking us with it’s electric flame.

“Yes, Bourbon. Fuck me. Fuck me you like you own me.”

He lost it, a deep guttural cry ripping from his lips as he fucked me like a man possessed. Then he jerked out of me, spraying his cum onto my belly. He heaved, then ran his fingers through it, spreading it over my skin, marking my stomach and tits with it. Then he spread it lower, down through my cunt, staring into my eyes. “You belong with me, Rose. Me.”

He was right.

I belonged to him.

Though I would never admit it.

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