Page 101 of Fortress of the King

“You don’t come till I tell you to,” I whisper in her ear, and for the first time, I don’t make her come first before penetrating. This isn’t about her anymore, it’s about me.

I line up and plunge my dick straight into her wet pussy, making her scream out loud.

I’m in full tilt, grasping her hips as I show her absolutely no mercy while I bang my hips back and forth like a man possessed.

I’m primal and hungry with need. I completely lose all control; all the pent-up frustration, anger, and betrayal go into every thrust.

I can see in between my rampant thrusting that she’s completely let go of her purse. So, the traitor doesn’t plan on jabbing me right this second? How comforting.

“Yeah, baby, you like that, don’t you? You like being fucked without any mercy.” I glance down to where we’re joined, and I close my eyes as her pussy swallows my cock.

She moans so fucking loud it only spurs me on. I feel my balls tightening and I’m so close to blowing but I want to give her something to remember me by.

“Don’t come yet,” I warn her. “Or I’ll keep you in here all night.”

I lean her back a little, so her pelvis tilts and my shaft runs over and over on her clit, knowing I’m hitting everything from this angle; her face is red and flushed.

“Angelo…” she cries.

“Angelo, what?” I bark.

“Please!”

“You fucking tell me how much you love it, Rayne, how much my cock owns every inch of your pussy.”

“I love it!” she screams, “Please, Angelo, oh God…please don’t stop…I need it…”

Our eyes meet as I bang her harder. “Come for me,Carina.”

She cries out as I thumb her clit, and she comes long and hard.

I stop abruptly and pull out of her, giving her no time to recover. She stares up at me, breathless, with sweat beading on her forehead.

“You want it harder, baby, is that what you want?” I pick her up and move over to the smaller marble table just below a massive full-length mirror at the end of the row of sinks. I shrug out of my jacket and throw it down on top. “Kneel, ass out,” I instruct. Her eyes go super wide, but she complies. It’s so fucking hot watching her with her dress pulled down to her waist, tits out, and the other end of her dress rucked up to her hips. “Gonna take you from behind, don’t take your eyes off that mirror.”

I bend down and part her ass cheeks with my dick, rubbing her through her wet folds up to her ass as she cries out. I do it again, reveling in how wet she is for me.

She braces her hands against the mirror as I stroke myself and line back up. I grunt as I enter her again, grasping her hips roughly as I pull her back closer to me, impaling her.

I stare back at her in the mirror as I move my hips, my cock sliding in and out of her as I quicken my pace again, watching her every move. I slap her ass as she gasps, it’s such a fucking turn on that I do it again, reveling in her the way her skin pinks so quickly.

My dark eyes lock on hers, lust filling them as I fuck her hard. My impending death is on ice until she gets her next orgasm. And boy, is she gonna get one.

Her tits bounce up and down as I reach my hands around and squeeze them. She watches me in the mirror and squeezes her eyes shut as I reach one hand down to rub her clit.

“Come for me again, baby. I wanna hear you scream louder this time.” I slap her ass again as she squeals then she detonates as she squeezes my dick for all its worth. I begin to cum, groaning violently, finding my own release as I call her name over and over.

Our eyes never break, she’s so damned sexy.

I still as my body spasms, and I know in this moment I’ve never loved anyone in my life other than Lucia, but I fucking love this woman with any amount of heart that I have left. It shocks me to my core. It shouldn’t even be humanly possible after what she’s done.

I pull out abruptly, panting as I run both hands through my hair. Our eyes lock again and the corner of my mouth turns up, satisfied. She begins pulling her dress back together as I pull my pants back up.

“You get cleaned up,Carina, I’ll wait outside.”

She nods as I make my leave.

“Don’t forget your purse,” I holler behind me. I can’t help the smirk that crosses my lips.

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