Page 183 of The Delta's Rogue
There may not be a collar around her throat tonight, but she slips into her role as my sub as easily as she did that first night in the club all those years ago.
“I see a queen, Sarina,” I tell her as my fingers make their way to her pussy. “A queen who deserves to be loved and worshiped.”
Her head drops against my chest as I swipe the tips of my fingers through her entrance. Arousal coats her pussy, drenching my digits as they toy with her most sensitive body part. I kiss her neck, licking and sucking the spot where I’ll soon sink my teeth in to mark her as mine, and I dip my index finger into her pussy.
She hums out her pleasure, and my finger twists as I slip it in and out of her. I pump it faster and then slower, changing the depth as well as the speed with each insertion. Her pussy accepts my digit greedily. Hungrily.
She was ready for this, for tonight. She wanted this—needed this—more than I realized.
Her hips pulse in time with the pumping of my finger, and I slip a second in as well. The heel of my palm presses on her clit, and she moves faster, grinding herself harder against my hand in response. I squeeze her breast before bracing myself against the window so her body presses against as much of me as possible while I fuck her with my fingers.
“Sebastián…”
Her hand covers mine, and she links our fingers together. Her eyes shut, but I nip at her neck, forcing them open again.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I scold. “You need to see how pretty your plump lips look when they’re parted because you can’t catch your breath. Look at how perfectly your gorgeous pussy takes my fingers inside it. Watch how your body moves where I want it to, how your muscles tighten and relax as you writhe in ecstasy, and how your breasts dance to the rhythm of our hearts and the music of your seductive moans.”
She angles her head down, and her eyes lock on my fingers as they slip in and out. Heat and pleasure—both mine and hers—thrum through me, and I rock against her too, mimicking her movements and helping her stay upright. The walls of her pussy tighten around my fingers, and she moves faster, chasing her orgasm.
“That’s it,” I encourage her. “Watch yourself, Sarina. Watch yourself fall apart around my fingers. I want you to see how beautiful you are when you come for me.”
I move my palm so my thumb can float over her clit. I’m harder than ever as I watch her.
A long, low moan floats out of her mouth, and her pussy walls flutter as she topples over the edge and into the abyss of delight. Her moan shifts to tiny groans of excitement as I tease her clit in time with the pulses of her hips. They’re fast at first as she crests over the peak of her orgasm, then they slow to languid, luxurious body rolls as she works to draw out the sensations for as long as possible.
I grit my teeth to prevent myself from coming too. I already broke my promise to myself when I blew my load while watching Sarina fall apart in my arms the other day. Tonight, I want to make sure she receives as much pleasure as possible before I sink my teeth into her neck and fill her pussy with my cum.
But fuck, she is making it difficult to stay trueto that desire.
“Taste yourself.” I slip my fingers from her pussy and raise them to her mouth. “Taste how fucking delicious you are.”
She wraps her lips around them. Her tongue swipes and swirls as she licks and sucks my fingers clean.
“Do you believe me now when I say you’re beautiful? Do you understand what I see when I look at you?”
“Yes.” She rests her flushed cheek against the cool glass.
“Yes, what?”
Her eyes flick to me over her shoulder, and they flash with playfulness as she spins to face me. My hands fall from her body as she leans back and raises her tits higher with the arching of her spine.
“Yes, my king.”
Fuck me. I always found it so sexy when she would say “yes, sir” to me, and that’s what I thought she would respond with now.
I didn’t expect her to say “yes, my king”. And I definitely didn’t expect to like it so damn much.
I never wanted to be an alpha, let alone the king. But to beherking? Sarina’s king?
It’s not the future I pictured for us when I realized what she was to me. It’s not what I would have chosen for myself. Now? There’s nothing I want more.
“Say it again,” I growl.
“Yes, my king.”
In one swift motion, I smash my lips against hers and lift her into my arms. Her legs wrap around me, and I cup her ass in my hands. I squeeze and massage it, letting my fingertips tease her pussy as I explore the perfect roundness of her ass. Her fingers weave into my messy hair, holding my face in place as I move us to the bed.
“Te amo, mi reina,” I say between our kisses, then I lay her down beneath me.
