Page 33 of Love and War

Grabbing hold of the back of her neck I brought our faces close. Her eyes widened, darting between my own. Gripping her hair I tilted her head back, causing her to hiss.

“You listen and you listen well.” With one hand gripping her hair, I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy. She was soaked, and she clenched around my fingers. I grinned as she gasped from the intrusion.

“You listening, moya Printsessa?” I asked.

She nodded her head vigorously.

“Oh, no, I want words, Aziza. Remember I like hearing from you. I want those words, those moans.” I curled my fingers, reaching her g-spot. “Those words, moya Printsessa.”

“I—I understand.”

“Great, I’m glad you’re listening because I don’t know where you got the idea that I’m no longer attracted to you. But that stops now,” I said, plunging my fingers in and out. Aziza gripped my bicep. “Hands on my cock.”

She didn’t have to be told twice before her other hand gripped me through my jeans. I groaned on contact, trying to remember why I wanted her to grab me.

“Good girl.” She groaned, her eyes fluttering. “There is no part of you I don’t find attractive. That I’m not dying to have your sweet pussy suffocating me again. That I don’t want to sink my cock into you again. I’ve been dying to have your warm cunt wrapped around me again.”

In and out.

I dragged my thumb against her clit.

“Now you’re going to get on the bed, hands and knees.” Removing my hands from her, I stepped back. Her chest rose and fell as she was surprised about my actions.

“Now,” I ordered.

I stood back as she climbed onto the bed, hands and knees. I waited there for a moment, wanting her to be uncomfortable so that I could see everything with her like this. I couldn’t take my eyes off her wet pussy, or her back hole. I never fucked her there, but that was changing. Maybe not today. But soon.

Finally climbing behind her, I grabbed her glorious ass. “Tell me something, moya Printsessa?” I said, bending over to whisper in her ear. “Has anyone taken this ass?” I asked, circling my finger against her asshole, assuming from the way her body flinched and tensed at my actions, that no one had touched her. But I had to be sure.

“I’m waiting, Aziza.”

“No,” she rushed out.

“No, what?”

“No… no, sir. No one’s had me.” Something was off about the way she said it that was bothering me, but I didn’t have time to worry about that. Not when she backed her ass up to my cock.

Taking note, I lined myself up at her entrance, placing a hand on her shoulder blade. I thrust into her with one quick movement. Aziza screamed as she fell forward, her chest meeting the mattress as I kept her ass in the air. Not giving her time to adjust I pulled out before thrusting back in. Not letting up, I pressed her head into the mattress as I fucked her.

Her screams just made me even harder than I already was. I couldn’t let up. I fucked her like she was the air I was breathing. My fingers dug into her head as I moved in and out of her, my balls slapping against her clit.

“Kil—Killian,” she breathed out.

“Take it, slut.” Grabbing her throat, I dragged her up, her back hitting my chest off the mattress. Her hands reached around the back of my head, as I tightened my hold against her throat. “Fuck, I’ve missed this; I’ve missed fucking you. I’ve missed feeling your pussy strangle my cock,” I growled in her ear.

Pulling out, I flipped her onto her back before I was back in her. Aziza had no time to protest before I begun fucking her without a care.

Her nails dug into my back, the same place she always did before. Starting from my shoulder blades she dragged her nails down to my lower back. I could feel the skin break.

I hissed as my hand wrapped around her throat, spreading her legs further apart. I slammed into her, my cock deeper than I thought possible.

Her mouth opened on a silent scream. Wasting no time, I plunged my tongue into her mouth, fucking her mouth with my tongue. Her pussy squeezed my length. “Killian, fuck, fuck, I’m gon—gonna cum,” Aziza murmured against my lips.

Flicking her clit, Aziza shattered beneath me. My thrusts became sloppy as I chased my own orgasm.

My hips bucked. One. Two. Three.

White spots blinded my vision as I emptied myself in her. I lowered myself on top of her, barely holding myself up. Our breaths matched as she ran her fingers through my hair.

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