Page 91 of Coronation
Ben’s questioning look makes me smile. “Will you lie back?” I ask innocently. “Just for a second?”
He obeys without question, and a warm weight drops into my pelvis as I follow, crawling over his body. I stop only when I’m sitting astride him, my hot, drenched pussy pressed snugly against the rock-hard length of his shaft.
I let out a loud, shameless moan as I rock over him, making him as messy as I am.
Beneath me, my new husband curses, his fingers digging into my hips. “Put it in. Now.”
Something hot and restless shifts beneath my skin as I lift up onto my knees without hesitation, reaching down to wrap my hand around him. I pant as I press his tip to my entrance, anticipation flooding through me at the promise of the fullness to come.
My cry breaks the stillness of the room as I let my hips drop, impaling myself on his cock, which is somehow far too big, and also just right. “Ben,” I pant, planting my hands on his chest and moving my hips in tiny circles, allowing myself a moment to adjust.
The stretch of him…God.
Will I ever get used to that?
Ben hisses through his teeth, eyes roaming over my body. “Look at you, taking me so well. Jesus, I can’t believe I convinced you to marry me.”
My lips fall open in a breathy laugh as I begin to ride him, rolling my hips so my swollen clit grinds against the rough hair at his base. “Very well done, Your Highness.”
The comment earns me a sharp swat to my ass. “That’s your title, too, now,” he growls, giving the flesh he just spanked a reproving squeeze. “Careful, or I’ll have you flat on your back, pounding this tight little cunt until you scream.”
My breath hitches, and there is no way he misses how much wetter his threat made me, but as his hands find my hips, obviously preparing to make good on the promise, I stop him. Leaning forward, I brace my hand on the mattress beside his head and settle the other on his warm chest. “I need something from you first.”
This new angle has his length dragging against my G-spot with every roll of my hips, and I feel the muscles low in my tummy tightening. Our lips brush in the ghost of a kiss.
“What do you need?” Ben groans, gripping my ass in both hands, the muscles in his arms and neck straining as he helps me ride him. “Jesus, Zelda. Tell me. I’ll give it to you.”
The energy between us tonight is intense, almost suffocating, as I do my very best to meet every one of my husband’s needs. I keep my eyes on his face as I let out a breathy, shameless moan. “I need you to come inside me. Please, Ben. Please, get me pregnant?”
The effect of my plea is almost instantaneous.
I squeal in surprise as I find myself on my back, staring up at Ben. He looks back at me, his expression empty of everything but raw, unrestrained hunger. My legs open wider, offering myself up to this new side of him I’ve unleashed.
Inside me, his cock throbs.
“You want to be filled up, darling?” My back snapsoff the mattress, crying out as he pulls back and surges into me again, the force of it driving me up the mattress.
“Fill me,” I beg, and my nails bite into Ben’s shoulders when he gives me another. “I need it deep,please, please?—”
With a low groan of pleasure, he begins to fuck me, one arm braced on the mattress beside me as the other roams over my body, pinching my nipples one moment and gripping my ass the next. “My wife has thetightest. Fucking. Cunt,” he grits out, interrupting each word with another punishing pump of his hips.
Heat is spreading through my lower belly, pulling tighter by the second, as my pleading words become more incomprehensible, giving way to broken sobs and moans. My skin is damp against Ben’s as I cling to him, my trembling thighs bracketing his hips as he surges between them, unrelenting in his need to claim me.
“Fuck,yes,” he snarls, obviously sensing I’m close. “Come for me.”
It’s like this man has taken control of my body. No sooner has he finished speaking than my mouth falls open, a ragged sob of pleasure tearing from my lungs as I break. My orgasm is like an inescapable force, too powerful to resist as it surges through every cell in my body, spurred on by the unrelenting pace of the man between my thighs.
My pussy is swollen and oversensitive, clinging to the enormous cock that keeps fucking me, even as I begin to come down. I’m delirious and weak, shaking and panting, with my cum dripping down over my ass and a wet, crude noise filling the room with every one of Ben’s thrusts.
Without warning, he pulls out, sitting back on his heels, eyes impossibly dark and chest heaving. His length is shining with my wetness, hanging swollen and heavy between us. Before I’m able to do more than open my mouth—pleas tokeep going on the tip of my tongue—Ben’s hands find my hips.
Without a single word, he flips me over, arranging my body into the position he wants it. I find myself on my hands and knees with my legs spread wide, his personal toy, ready to take more.
I suck in a sharp gasp as Ben takes my ass in both hands, pulling me crudely apart. When I peek over my shoulder, the hungry expression on his face sends a tremor through my well-used body.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he coos, releasing one cheek to reach down and cup my pussy. Seconds later, he releases me, and my cry of shock splits through the silent house as that same hand lands a harsh spank right over my throbbing sex.
Ben’s eyes lift to meet mine, checking for signs of reservation in my expression. He must find none, because his lips curve in a grim smile as he turns his attention back to my body. I’m ready for the next spank, but it’s no less intense. Instinctively, my legs try to spring together, but I quickly find that they can’t with Ben kneeling between my calves.
