Page 59 of Her Darkest Possession
"You want to hear your queen scream?" she asks, her voice rough with desire.
I nod, unable to look away from the raw hunger in her eyes. "Yes."
Her expression softens for a moment, vulnerability peeking through her fierce exterior. "Make me come, Anatoly. Make me fucking come. I want to come for you. I need to come for you. Fuck!"
The desperation in her voice sends a fresh wave of heat through my body. My cock throbs painfully, still trapped in my pants.
"Please," she continues, her voice breaking. "Please! Fuck! PLEASE!"
How can I deny my queen when she begs so nicely? I increase the pace of my fingers inside her, curling them to hit that perfect spot with each thrust. My thumb replaces my tongue on her clit, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with firm, relentless pressure.
Her eyes begin to roll back, her body tensing as she approaches her peak.
"Look at me," I command, my voice rough with desire. "Look at me when you come for me. Look at me when I make you scream like you wanted."
Her eyes snap back to mine, wide and desperate. Her mouth falls open in a silent gasp that transforms into a long, trembling shriek. Her pussy flutters and clamps down around my fingers as her orgasm tears through her, powerful and consuming.
"Yes, yes, YES! I'm COMING!" Indigo screams, her voice shattering the silence of my office.
I don't hesitate—I bend down and capture her clit between my lips, sucking hard as her orgasm tears through her. Her fingers twist in my hair, yanking me closer with surprising strength as her hips buck wildly against my face. I hold on tight to her thighs, riding out the storm of her pleasure.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!" Her words grow less coherent with each pulse of her orgasm. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around my fingers as I continue thrusting them inside her, prolonging her pleasure until her shouts dissolve into breathless whimpers.
Finally, her grip on my hair loosens as she collapses back against my desk, chest heaving. I slowly withdraw my fingers from her slick heat, savoring the way her inner walls flutter as if reluctant to let me go.
I rise to my feet, my knees protesting after kneeling on the hard floor. Indigo watches me through heavy-lidded eyes, her face flushed and lips parted. Without breaking eye contact, I bring my fingers to my mouth and slowly lick them clean, one by one.
"You taste so fucking good," I tell her, my voice rough with need. "And it's all for me."
She pants, her chest still rising and falling rapidly as she recovers. Then a smile curves her lips—not innocent, but wicked and wanting.
"Do you think we're done?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.
I can't help but smile back, feeling the tension coiled tight in my body, my cock painfully hard against my zipper.
"I know we're not done," I reply, my voice dropping lower.
She pushes herself up, her eyes now burning with renewed desire. "You're damn fucking right we're not done." She reaches for my pants, her fingers brushing trembling as she frees my cock. "Fuck me, my king."
I position myself at Indigo's entrance, the head of my cock brushing against her slick folds. She's so wet for me, so ready, but I want to hear her say it.
"And how does my queen want her king to fuck her?" I ask, my voice rough with need.
Her eyes lock with mine, fierce and demanding. "I want my king to fuck me fast and fuck me rough."
That's all I need to hear. With one powerful thrust, I shove myself inside her, burying my cock to the hilt in her tight wet heat. She cries out, her back arching off the desk as her body stretches to accommodate me.
I don't give her time to adjust. Setting a relentless pace, I pound into her, each thrust making the desk creak beneath us. Her face contorts in pleasure.
"Yes!" she screams. "Yes! More!"
I grab her hips, angling them higher to hit that spot deep inside her that makes her see stars. Her pussy clenches around me with each thrust, so tight it's almost painful.
"Fuck me like you mean it," she demands, her voice breaking as I slam into her. "Fuck me as hard as you teased me. Fuck me knowing that I'm your dirty little fucking cockslut."
Her filthy words send a surge of primal possession through me. I reach up and grab the back of her neck, holding her half-upright so that she can look at me as I continue to fuck her mercilessly.
"Is that what you are?" I growl, tightening my grip on her neck just enough to make her gasp. "My dirty little cockslut?"
