Page 115 of Born for Silk

Her legs stretch wide to accommodate the breadth of my hips, and my cock fills with blood, creating a long thick bulge right at her warm apex.

Her eyes widen.

I thrust my hips upward to show her how hard I am, what I want, what I will have. Growling, I imagine every way I will taste her, places that will feed my depravities.

My eyes home-in on her throat. The fluttering pulse in her thin neck calls to me. I lean in and kiss it. Her sweet nerves feel like a frantic little butterfly beneath my tongue as I lick her.

She moans and tilts her head.

That’s a good girl.

“Please, my king,” she says to the ceiling, her words contorted with moans and whimpers. I massage both hands up her back, leaving no inch uncovered, from her hips to her neck and back, arching and curving her, consuming her with my attention and pressure.

“Oh, my king. Please. I cannot think.”

That is the point.

“Tell me how you feel” —I run my nose along the thin column of her throat before leaning back to watch her expression— “inside your pussy right now?”

She chews on her lip and blinks her thoughts. So revealing. So innocent. “I feel like I’m pulsing from the inside.” She takes a big breath in. “Like my heart is there.”

I control my impulses—barely.

“Where?” I rasp. “Show your king exactly where your pulse is?”

Uncertain, she lifts her hips to sit on her hand, cradling her core. I clench my teeth on another groan.

“I will indulge all of your questions as soon you come on my cock,” I say, bucking my hips, spurring her forward.

She removes her hand.

Slowly, with nervous energy, she begins to hump me like a good girl, already trembling as she dances on my lap. My cock throbs for more pressure.

Fuck.

I catch her wrist when her shaky hands drop between us and try to undo my belt. I stare. Hard. “You can take me out, little creature, and use me on the outside, grind your wet folds along the full length of me, but you cannot put me inside you in this position. I will puncture you. Do you understand?”

She blinks; my blinky, uncertain girl.

“I take you,” she states, then adds, “don’t I?”

A slow grin spreads across my lips. “No, sweet thing. You can take about half of my length inside this tight body, but that is all.” She looks at her hands, disappointed. I hate it. I brush her long, blackberry-swirled hair off her shoulders, exposing her neck and torso. “Take off your little dress and sit back on your king’s lap.”

She pouts. “Are Xin De girls deeper?”

Adorable. I try not to grin at her jealous tone. “It's proportionate... So, yes, sometimes.” Her folded lips only thicken my cock further. “Don't sulk, little creature.”

“Well, will you”—she mimics my tone—"‘indulge my questions soon,’ my king?”

I glare. “Careful.”

She swallows.

Taking my narrowed eyes as seriously as they are intended, she climbs to her feet and slowly lifts her dress over her head, exposing slim white legs, white knickers with a clear wet core, a smooth, supple belly that nurtures my heir, and naked sweet, pert tits.

“No brassieres? Why?”

Blush rushes up her neck under my scrutiny, her arms wrapping around her chest, covering the perky mounds. “I know. They are small. I don’t always wear one. They will get bigger, my king. In the coming months.”

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