Page 78 of The Ruler
“Wait,” I said. “We should use protection.”
He squinted his eyes. “Where the hell would you get any here?”
“You can buy it in the Motherlands. There’s a spray that creates a protective layer.”
“What for? All your men are infertile and STDs have been eradicated, right?”
“Yes, but people still use protection for hygienic purposes.”
“You’re fucking weirdos.”
“Still, Khan. You’re not a Motlander and you might get me pregnant.”
His smile grew bigger and he sat up, lifting me onto his lap to straddle him. “Don’t overthink it, Pearl. If it happens, it happens.”
With his dark eyes shining with lust, he engulfed me in his large arms and buried his head against the crook of my neck.
“I want you to ride me like this,” he groaned and I complied by lifting my butt a bit, letting the exquisite sensation fill me of Khan penetrating me and his hard erection rubbing deliciously against my inner walls as I slowly glided down his long shaft. In that moment, I felt fabulously alive and ignoring all the warnings in my head, I opened my eyes to feast on the sight of Khan devouring me with his mouth slightly open and his eyes hornier than I’d ever seen them.
“You like that?” he muttered when I arched up and moaned.
“Yes,” I whispered with my eyes half closed.
“How much do you like it?” Khan asked and kept a steady, relentless, pleasurable pace. “Do you like it better than the other guys?” His tone was possessive and he pushed harder and bit down on my earlobe. It wasn’t enough to hurt badly but definitely a marking of sorts.
“Are you punishing me?” I asked.
“Answer my question,” he said softly, circling his hips and filling me completely. “Were they better than me?”
“It was only one,” I admitted and lifted my hand to his neck.
Khan pulled back and looked at me. “And was he better than me?”
“I’ll tell you when we’re done,” I teased and pulled him in for a kiss. My words seemed to make him lose his mind and he stopped moving. For a brief moment, I thought he would end what we were doing but then his fingers began kneading my behind and he suckled on my nipples.
The tree provided only so much cover and there was a real chance we could be seen if someone in our group came looking for us, but I was too far gone in Khan to care about the craziness of making love in broad daylight in a forest.
“Shave for me,” I moaned and played with his beard, raising my hips up and down and enjoying how perfect he felt inside of me.
“Marry me,” he whispered back and I stopped moving.
“What?” I panted.
“Marry me, Pearl.”
Splaying his large hands across my breasts, down my belly, and gripping around my waist tightly, he lifted me enough so he could control the pace. I whimpered in sweet agony when he pumped in and out with force and speed.
“Ahhh,” I screamed out and felt him cover my mouth, but I couldn’t hold back the waves of euphoria that washed over me when he continued to pump with speed, as if it were a sprint for bliss.
“Fuck, you’re killing me!” He made a strained sound and stopped.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, gripping his shoulders hard and biting my lips to avoid screaming out my ecstasy.
“I want it to last,” he said and held my hips still even though I was trying to create friction.
His cock was throbbing inside me like a second heartbeat and in my sex-haze all I could think wasMore, I want more.
Leaning down, I kissed him, deep and demanding; this time I was the aggressor, sucking on his lips and drilling my fingers into his shoulders, never wanting to let go.
