Page 27 of Regal Queen

I bobbed my head, taking as much as possible of him inside my mouth until I chocked on it, pulling back up.

"That's it," he crooned, his voice a deep rumble, “just like that."

Emboldened, I kept going, sucking and licking and slurping. If possible, his dick seemed to grow even larger under my ministrations.

“Am I doing it right? I garbled around his dick and he exhaled a chuckle.

"Yes, baby, you're doing it right,” his fingers still guiding me, “so fucking right."

I grinned, loving the way he seemed to be on the edge of his control, his voice trembling with need, his fingers fisting my hair growing tighter and tighter.

I went deeper and deeper, until I could barely breathe. My spitting and salivating only seemed to turn him on even more.

Grasping the bottom of his shaft, I sucked and pulled, feeling like I was drawing the life straight out of his dick.

He let out a garbled noise, gripping my hair so hard and tugging me upwards that I could only submit to his demand and awkwardly jerk to my feet.

“Come here, Rose.” He stepped forward and his hands clasped to my face. Then he was kissing me, groaning against my lips, his thick shaft now pressed against my stomach.

He was eating my mouth, kissing me so hard that it felt like he was now sucking my soul straight from me.

My hands fumbled against him. I needed to see him naked, to feel his skin across my hands. After a moment, I give up on the buttons and just yanked his shirt up, then slid my hands up under it.

Now I moaned, loving the way his skin felt under my fingers.

The smooth ridges of his muscles.

That damn vee that made my knees go weak.

I trailed my fingers upwards and he shuddered as I felt the lines of stomach muscles up to his broad chest. There were uneven patches and puckers of skin that, in my lustful state, took me a moment to realize that he had a field of scars across his torso and neck.

Now I really wanted to see them.

I wanted to see everything.

But his hand went to the nape of my neck, squeezing it tight, his fingers directing my head as his mouth left mine to trail down to my neck.

He kissed my skin and it was like scalding fire, possessive and demanding. It was then that I realized that he was leaving hickies, imprinting his possession over me so that anyone and everyone would see it.

Including Coulter.

I liked that he wanted everyone to know that I belonged to him. There was something thrilling about him marking me like that, claiming me as his for the whole world to see.

He moved back to kiss my lips again, cupping my face, groaning, his words a dark murmur against my skin. “I’m going to put a fucking baby in you."

I froze.

“Wha--what?" I couldn’t believe my ears. The ground beneath me disappeared. I was fallling, falling into a black hole of nothingness.

He pulled back, his face a storm of anger, his eyes turning back to steel. "You fucking said you weren't leaving me, Rose, and I believed you. Did you really mean it?

“Yes.” I nodded my head, but my whole body was trembling in his arms. Was he serious right now?"

"Then prove it."

This time I shook my head.

No.

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