Page 36 of Deadliest Throne

His face softens and he smiles, nodding. “I’d love to, Chiaro di luna.” He takes the seat next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him.

Snuggling into his side, I enjoy his touch and the warmth of his body against mine. We enjoy the silence, just being together as we watch the sun slowly set. It's stunning, the sky kind of reminds me of cotton candy ice cream, pink, blue, and purple.

It gets harder and harder to relax the more Quinton brushes his thumb back and forth on my inner thigh.

I’m turned on, my panties uncomfortably drenched. My nipples are hard pebbles pressed against my sundress.

“Raven.” His low husky voice makes me shiver.

“Yeah?” It comes out a lot more husky than I planned.

“Come sit on my lap.”

I bite my lip, eagerness hitting me. He carefully helps me until I’m straddling his lap. I groan when I feel how hard he is below me and rock my hips, getting a grunt in return.

“Well, Stalker Boy. Seems like sunsets get you hard.” I grin, laying my hands behind his head and playing with the hair on the back of his neck.

He gives me a sexy little smirk. “No, Chiaro di luna, you get me hard. Only you.”

“You know that's a lie.” I grin. “You seem pretty damn hard buried deep inside me while Link fucked that sexy tight ass of yours.”

He closes his eyes and breathes out, shaking his head. Do I see a little bit of pink on his cheeks?

I don’t point it out, though, and he gives my ass a little slap. “Be good.”

“Oh my sweet, sweet, Stalker Boy. Me, good? Do you even know me?”

“I do,” he murmurs, running his hand up my body. I let out a shuddered breath when he stops, both hands cupping my breasts. “I know you love it when we play with these.” He gives them a firm squeeze, and I moan, grinding against his stiff length. “And this.” He pulls the top of my sundress down, letting my breasts spill free. He leans forward and wraps his mouth around one of my nipples while pinching the other between his finger and thumb, giving it a little roll.

I pant, my body growing hot like it’s on fire. My pussy begs to be filled, my core aching for release.

“And I know you want to be fucked right now, don’t you, Chiaro di luna?”

“Yes,” I breathe out, nodding my head. “Please.”

“You never have to beg, Raven,” he tells me, tapping my hip. “Lift up.”

I do, leaning my weight on his shoulders as I steady myself, giving him enough room to free his cock. Looking down, I lick my lips and curse. His cock is thick, long, and hard as steel. Pre cum drips down the head, and I want to lean down and lick it off, frustrated that my mobility has become limited with this growing belly.

As if Quinton can read my mind, he rubs the sticky substance with his thumb and brings it up, letting it hover just out of reach of my lips. With his other hand, he moves my panties to the side. “Hold this,” he instructs me. With shaky hands, I hold my panties in place, letting him adjust his cock so that the tip is at my dripping entrance. “Now, sit.”

I lower myself onto his cock at the same time he smears his pre cum coated thumb against my lips before pushing past them and into my mouth.

My eyes shut and I bite down on his thumb as a loud moan leaves my chest, the stretch of his cock feeling so damn good, so damn perfect. It’s everything I need in this moment.

“Christ,” he grunts, thrusting up into me hard. “God, Chiaro di luna, you feel so damn good. So tight and warm.”

Not saying anything, I open my eyes and suck on his thumb as I start to rock back and forth, whimpering as the tip of his incredible cock hits me in my sweet spot.

“That's it, baby,” he groans. “Look at you, taking my cock so damn good.” His eyes drop to my breast as I start to move faster, bouncing with each snap of my hips.

The burn in my belly grows intensely, and I know it’s not going to take long for me to cum. I’m so damn sensitive all the time. Honestly, at this point all they would have to do is blow on my clit and I’d shatter into a million pieces.

Speaking of clits, Quinton reaches between my legs and starts to play with mine. “Oh, fuck,” I breathe out harshly, my fingers digging into the skin of his neck and the back of his head.

Grabbing a handful of hair, I tug, getting a growl deep from within his chest. Oh, I like this sound. I don’t get it very often.

“You like that, Stalker Boy?” I ask, sounding a little out of breath as I pull his hair a little harder.

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