Page 53 of Royal Beast
From there, I push her knees up to her chest and settle between her thighs, pressing the tip of my cock against her pussy, dragging the head along her folds, rubbing it over her fleshy pearl as I watch her eyes flutter shut, lips forming an ‘O’ of ecstasy.
Finally, I plunge my cock into her warmth, pushing deep inside as I begin to make love to Darcy. Her knees lock behind my back, holding us close together as I lean down to unite our lips once more. I pull away for a moment and our eyes meet, holding contact as a million and one unspoken words pass between us.
My hands land on either side of her head, and I lean in, whispering into her ear, “I missed this. I missed you, Darcy. I don’t want to fight anymore.”
“Me neither,” she whispers back, a ragged moan punctuating her sentence. “Let’s just agree to make love instead.”
This pulls a low chuckle from me, and I turn my head to kiss her again, one hand moving down to cup her cheek. Digging my toes into the mattress, I push forward, sliding deeper into Darcy’s cunt. Something shifts and suddenly, I’m even deeper, my cock buried to the hilt. From the surprised look on Darcy’s face, I don’t think she was expecting that, but her surprise turns into a breathy moan.
“Oh, yes,” she begs, hands moving to stroke over my back. “Yes, oh please, Kellan, you’re so deep inside me, you’re impossibly deep.”
Pushing back and forth against her, I slip in and out of her wetness, her pussy walls squeezing around me in just the rightway to provide exquisite friction. Soft, breathy moans fill the air and it’s quiet, save for the rain falling outside the window.
I could lie here all day, just like this, my cock nestled deep inside this amazing woman. I feel myself starting to move a little faster, push a little deeper, as deep as I can go. Darcy’s hands grow more desperate, fingers digging divots into my back and her thighs pressing harder against me.
“Yes, oh yes, Kellan!” she cries out, her voice quiet. “Please don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
My hips continue at the same pace, encouraging Darcy to reach her peak. “Come for me, sweetheart,” I encourage. “Let yourself go. Let yourself feel good. Use my cock for your pleasure.”
She cries out, her whole body shaking as she comes apart at the seams, throwing her head back and curling her toes as the orgasm quakes through her.
As she squeezes around my cock, the friction becomes too much and I find myself flying off the cliff just behind her, filling her pussy up with my seed as I press deep inside.
We stare at each other, a spark of something passing between us. I don’t know what it is but I feel closer to Darcy than ever before right now.
I might even be falling for her. The thought should scare me, should terrify me, but instead, all I feel is a kind of quiet relief. Allowing myself to acknowledge how much I care about this woman feels freeing.
“I want to eat you out,” I whisper, trailing a finger down the side of her cheek. “Your body is mine tonight, mine to taste, mine to worship, Wildflower.”
Darcy gives me a little nod, legs falling open as I pull away from her. Diving forward, I get on my hands and knees and begin to lap up the spilled juices from her quivering pussy,lathing my tongue along her folds, licking the bitter, salty cum that seeps from her cunt.
She throws an arm over her face, knees bending weakly as her thighs start to shake. I lap up her slick, the taste sweet and a little creamy. My tongue curls, thrusting into her body as I brush my upper lip over her bud, teasing it.
“Oh, yes, Kellan!” she calls. Hearing my name from her lips is all the incentive I need, and I keep going, alternating between tongue-fucking her and suckling her fleshy pearl, over and over again.
It isn’t long before Darcy’s hands fly down, pressing my face against her as she finds her release, liquid dripping all over my face.
I sit up, face shiny with slick, and wipe it away with the back of my hand, grinning at her. “You taste like the nectar of the gods, darlin’. Thank you.”
Darcy blushes and hides her face behind her arm for a moment as she gathers herself. “What about you?” she asks. “I want to make you feel good too.”
I reach out, swiping my thumb over her bottom lip. “Being close to you like this makes me feel good.”
But she sighs, disappointment in her eyes. I shake my head. “I can’t deny you anything, darlin’,” I say. “Then do this for me. Sit up,” I suggest, tapping her thigh.
She sits, and I lie down on the bed, pulling her on top of me. “I’m gonna use your thighs,” I tell her. “Keep your legs squeezed tight together, okay?”
She nods, and I slip my already hardening cock in the apex of her thighs, using the messy slick from her pussy as lubrication. As I rock between her tightly clasped legs, I pull her down for a kiss, pressing my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues slide together in a rhythm not unlike the way I roll my hips backand forth as I fuck into the tight crevice, the heat of her pussy warming my cock.
“Oh, fuck, Darcy,” I moan, my hands moving to hold her close. I love her thick, plush thighs and I’ve always wanted to try this, so it’s perfect that I get the opportunity to do so right now.
The more I rock into her, the harder I become until I’m at full mast, desperate for release. I grunt out her name again, squeezing my hands over the round globes of her ass, pushing her against me.
Finally, my body tenses, balls drawing up as I begin to climax, coating the back of her thighs with more thick seed, which rolls down to the backs of her knees.
We flop down together, exhausted but fully satiated. As I stroke her hair, trying to psych myself up to get up and clean up, I think to myself once again how lucky I am that Darcy is in my life.
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