Page 32 of Coerced Queen

A day without being inside her is too much.

A night not sleeping next to her is torture.

A month is nothing short of hell.

I reverse our positions and sit before pulling her with me.My back hits the mattress.I guide her down onto me with my hand on the back of her head, starting to pump my fingers inside her again.She’s slick and welcoming, her pussy greedily sucking my fingers deeper.I only release her long enough to push that snazzy blazer over her shoulders, trapping her arms behind her back.

One moment, she’s sprawled out on top of me, and next, I’m pinning her on her stomach underneath me and yanking her pants over her hips.

“All right?”I ask, mindful of her C-section wound.“Does it hurt?”

“No,” she whimpers.“Nicole gave me the go-ahead.”

I already know that because I make a point of getting updates from her ob-gyn.All the doctor’s warnings of taking it easy with my wounds, however, fly from my head once I have her almost naked.That peachy ass has always been the death of me.I swing an arm around her waist and lift her to me while driving my cock inside her with the same movement.Bracing my body on one elbow, I sink deep.As far as I can go.

“Breathe, treasure.Relax for me.Let me in.”

Her ribs expand as she fills her lungs with air.When she lets it out, I push deeper.I sink in inch by inch until she’s taken all of me.

“You’re so damn tight, Anya.”

It feels right, like this is where she belongs, even though I know better.This is wrong.There’s only one thing that can make the bitter taste of wrong sweeter.I pull out and slide back in, setting a careful, steady pace until she gets the rhythm and follows my lead.

When she pushes back against my groin and I no longer have to hold her up, I use the blazer like a rope to reel her in and keep her where I want her while pumping into her slick pussy.

“Harder,” she says, panting as she glances over her shoulder at me.

“Anya.”I say her name with a warning.“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’ll tell you if I can’t take it.”

This woman.She messes with my control.Letting loose, I fuck her so hard I almost break my cock in two.

“Sav!”

Damn it.I somewhat come to my senses.Kissing her neck, I ask, “Am I too rough?”

“No, it feels good.”

That’s all the encouragement I need.I flip her around, trapping her arms behind her back.Those pretty tits.Need to see them.

Buttons fly as I rip her blouse in my haste to get it open.I pull down the cups of her lacy bra, and then her gorgeous breasts spill over.I lick a cherry-pink nipple before sucking it gently into my mouth while rolling the other into a hard point between my fingers.I keep my touch light, knowing she’s sensitive.

She moans, arching her back and urging me to take more.“We should be careful with your wounds.”

I release her breast only long enough to say in a gruff voice, “I’m fine,” before continuing my exploration.

When I’ve had my fill of those pretty curves, I kiss my way down her body, pausing on her stomach to admire the scar running over her pelvis.I already love that scar more than a war hero loves his battle stripes.

She squirms when I move lower.I lick her slit from top to bottom while working her pants down her thighs.God, I missed her taste.I trail wet kisses down her inner thighs and calves until I’ve freed her feet.In this position, the blood flow is restricted in her arms.She’ll feel pins and needles soon, so I hurry to remove my own sweatpants.When we’re both naked from the waist down, I grab the velvet bag from the center of the bed and shake out the contents.

“Sav,” she says with big eyes—not acting this time—when I uncap the gel.

“Shh.”I kiss her to shut her up.“I know what I’m doing.”

She’s quiet, trusting, and it loosens something in my chest.I smear a generous amount of gel around her clit before rubbing it in.She bucks beneath me, her whole body straining as I watch that little nub swell right before my eyes.

I’m going to buy ten tubes of stimulating gels.

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