Page 63 of Fortress of the King

Her eyes widen. “You want me to fight you?”

My cock twitches as I grin. I’m fucking sick in some ways. “I want you to tell me you don’t want it.”

“I don’t want it,” she says quickly.

“Fucking liar.” I kiss her again. This time I grind my cock into her, and she gasps. I reach down and grip her skirt, pushing it all the way up to her hips, she tries to pull it back down, but I’m too strong. My hand reaches into her lace panties and I feel the heat. “This is telling me something different.”

Her breath is coming in hard and fast as she looks down at my hand; I cup her harder.

“Whose is this sweet little pussy?”

“Mine!” she cries as I pull her panties from the front and rip them the fuck off.

“Guess again.” I swipe my hand through her sex and groan at how wet she is.

She moans and rests her hands on my shoulders.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I tease, running my tongue up her neck. “Are you going to be a good little girl and let me fuck you here, against the Chateau Margot?” Oh, the fucking irony.

“Angelo, I’m at work!”

I laugh. “Everyone has left for the day. Nobody can hear your screams. Still, you told me you don’t want it…” I pull away, and she immediately tugs the lapels of my jacket and crashes her body into mine. I feel every fine, fucking inch of her.

“Angelo,” she whispers. “Don’t go.”

I sink my teeth into her neck and bite it gently, and at the same time, I insert two fingers into her tight little pussy. She makes a sound that makes me want to unzip and shoot my load all over her fucking little skirt and blouse.

“Angelo—” she cries. “Oh God, yes, please…”

“Please what,Carina?”

I pump my fingers in and out, making sure the knuckle on my thumb brushes her clit.

I rip open her blouse, and her big, juicy tits stare back at me through the sheer lace of her bra.

Jesus fuck.

“I want you,” she cries. “I need you to fuck me, Angelo.”

She comes hard and I don’t let up, drawing out her every pleasure as she grips onto my shoulders so hard it hurts. She’s gonna get bent over that case of champagne, and she’s going to be screaming for dear mercy.

I don’t even give her a second to recover. I take her mouth, ravaging her possessively, my fingers still in her as she fumbles with my belt and buckle. My cock’s so hard I don’t know how long I’m gonna last, shamefully quick if she’s anything to go by.

I rip her bra down and suck one nipple, trying to get as much of her in my mouth as possible.

She grips my dick once it springs free, and I just about come in her hand.

“Fuck, you’re so hot when you’re fiery,” I grunt as she pulls my cock, gripping it hard.

I can’t take it anymore. I turn her around and slap her ass cheek. “That’s for defying me.”Whack.“That’s for lying.”Whack.“And this is for trying to pretend you don’t love it when I’m rough with you.”Whack.I shove into her all the way as she gasps. It’s such an erotic sound.

I pull her hips back and she automatically sticks her ass out. Taking her bareback has been a fantasy since that episode in the shower, and it makes me never want to wear a rubber ever again.

“Angelo—” she cries. I slap her ass again and run one hand up her spine, loving how her pussy looks taking my cock from behind.

“Yes,Carina?”

“I need it, oh God, I need it—”

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