Page 50 of The Broken Queen
My stomach tilted and soured. I didn’t want to help her with anything Adrian related, but I had the unfortunate disposition of being in love with her, so I’d do whatever she asked of me. Even if it was to simply touch her, to make her feel so she could grieve the man who took her from me.
My heart shattered the smallest bit as I saw the lone tear slide down the side of her face. I moved so my tongue swiped at it, removing it from staining her skin.
Then I whispered softly, “Okay,mi reina.”
She let out a sob as I released her wrists, and they came up, wrapping around my neck. Her mouth found mine in a frenzied rush. My hands moved under her shirt and spread her thighs so I fit between them. Using my fingers, I slid through her slick center with a hiss. She was completely soaked and ready forme.
Lifting her hips, I tossed her leg over my shoulder and lowered my face until I was tasting that sweet wetness that coated her smooth pussy lips. She let out a sharp cry as I worked my tongue over her clit and then remained there, gently tugging at it and playing with it before pushing inside of her. I moved slow, and deliberately, drawing desperate sounds from her. Ones that would likely wake Gio, but I was doing this for her.
I had to stop worrying that he’d walk away. I had to trust that what she said was true. Her roots started between the both of us; if one of us were to walk away, it would damage the entire integrity of who she is and fuck everything up beyond repair.
My face was soaked as I sucked and took my fill of her cunt, and when she was about to come, I lowered her hips back to the table.
“No. Please, Kingston,” she sobbed while still shifting, desperate for friction.
“Relax,” I whispered, while pressing a kiss to her neck. “I know you need to come, but I want to know how far you’ll go to get your release.”
“Kingston,” she begged.
I picked her up and carried her with me to one of the kitchen chairs and sat down with my back against the wood, then settled her so she was straddling me. She let out a sultry moan as her pussy pressed against my swollen cock, still concealed by fabric, but my weeping tip had soaked it.
With my lips at her ear, I whispered, “We’re going to play truth or pass. You pass, you miss out on getting to rub against me. You tell me what I want to know, you’ll get to do whatever you want with me.”
“I want you to fuck me, Kingston,” she rasped in reply.
Her hands were tangled at my neck as she tried inching closer, attempting to rub against my hardness. I gripped her hip, holding her in place while I smiled against her cheek.
“Be good and I will.”
“Fine,” she whispered in my ear before sucking along the outer edge of it.
It made me thicken with a groan, but I pushed through. “First, tell me what things you’ve used to get off.”
She kept kissing near my ear while pushing against my hold on her hip. “My fingers, a pillow a few times, and a…”
She hesitated, so I ran my fingers down her ass with a rumbled, “What?”
“A double penetration toy.”
I hummed into her neck then whispered, “Take my cock out, but don’t touch it.”
She moved her hands from my neck and slowly peeled back the band from my boxers, allowing my cock to spring free.
She muttered near my neck, “You’re soaked too.”
“We’re about to fuck, just you and me. I know the only other time you’ve been with one person was Adrian.” I had to pause because even saying that made me want to grip her so hard that she got angry welts on her skin, and then I wanted to fuck her senseless.
“Tell me something you wished he did to you, but you were too nervous to ask for.”
“It’s a little soon to be going back—” she started, so I began to retreat.
“So you pass?”
Presley let out a tiny breath before slowly dragging her fingers up my arms and then wrapping them around my neck once more. I wanted her to tell me they hadn’t fucked.
Ineededher to tell me they hadn’t.
Instead, she pressed her sweet lips to my ear once more and said, “He was perfect. His cock was thick and long, and always made me come?—”
