Page 45 of Covert Desires

Oh god, she’s so wet!The realization hits me as soon as my flesh touches hers. She wants this too.

“This is the part where you lie completely still, little boy,” Kiah whispers, and my cock twitches defiantly, out of my control.

“I said still!” her voice raises, and then she does something that short-circuits my entire world—she smacks my cock.

An unimaginable pain surges through my skin as a loud groan rips from my insides.

My skin is on fire.

It hurts so fucking much!

Fuck.

I can’t think of anything but the pain.

Until Kiah suddenly thrusts her hips down and impales herself on my cock, dousing my pain in an incredible amount of pleasure.

My mind empties except for those two all-encompassing feelings—pain and pleasure—rippling through my body, mixing, dancing, as I float into bliss.

For the first time, everything in my head is quiet, calm.

Nothing exist except this moment, right here, right now.

There is no ocean, no beach, no moon, no stars—there is only the naked Queen above me, usinghercock as she pleases.

Kiah moans loudly as she pushes herself up on her knees again, slowly, only to plunge back down on my dick seconds later.

I am reduced to an inanimate object as she brings herself to pleasure, and it’s the most freeing experience.

I don’t have to do anything, be anything.

I can’t fuck this up; I can’t do it wrong.

I just have to lie here, be still, and it’s enough.

The most beautiful symphony of sounds builds around us as my brutish grunts mix with Kiah’s increasing moans.

The innkeeper’s face looks exquisite contorted in pleasure like this. Even better than when I’ve secretly watched her masturbate late at night. But those nights pale in comparison to the ecstasy of actively being involved in pleasing her.

“Now you may touch,” she tells me, and I vaguely remember my earlier request, my hands reaching for her breasts like magnets drawn to steel.

When the innkeeper drops a hand to rub her clit, a loud groan tears from her lips so unrestrained, the sound damn near sends me toppling over the edge again.

She looks so stunning like this, like a real Goddess, towering over me with her eyes closed and the moon glistening on her skin. Her wet hair falls around her face in tousles, framing her mature beauty.

Struggling to keep my eyes open, I surrender complete control as Kiah rides me, my only job holding her breasts up as they bounce in my hands.

“C-close,” I mutter, hoping she knows what I mean because fuck knows I can’t do sentences right now. I can barely hold onto my grasp of reality as the delirium of another intense orgasm approaches.

“No,” Kiah says, and my entire body tenses.

No?

What?!

Her eyes flutter open, and she traps my gaze in hers. “Not until I come,” the innkeeper says, and I don’t know what to do with that information.

Ineedto come, like now, it’s all I can think of.

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