Page 39 of Mastered By the Viking King

His heart swelled. He’d gotten lucky with his new, untouched maiden wife. She was as responsive as she was tight, as eager to please as she was innocent. A wise, compassionate woman to rule by his side.

When his last wife had dishonored him, the anger, the shame, the sense of being taken for a fool was almost too much to bear. The heated blood in his veins burned his soul, tortured his dreams, and made him wonder if he’d ever find a woman again—a woman who would make him forget the betrayal and hope for happiness again.

He sent thanks to the gods for his good fortune in finding Tove. She held promise for everything he wanted for his and his sons’ future.

“You are a clever queen,” he said, releasing his pants. “You will quickly learn how to use your mouth on me.”

He revealed his hard cock. Just the thought of her taking it between her sweet lips had need surging up his shaft. He’d been erect from the moment he’d walked over to the bed with the tray of fruit. His patience was running dry.

Everything about her fueled his desire. Her small perfect breasts, her white as snow skin, the hair at the juncture of her thighs. Teaching her about pleasure was an honor and a delight and still she had so much to learn—so many ways in which to take his cock.

“Hold it in your hand,” he said. His cock was level with her face, his pants bunched around his thighs.

“Aye, my king.” She swallowed.

Her nervous gulp only added to his lust.

Tove’s delicate hands wrapped around his shaft, one in front of the other, the congested purple head protruding from her grip.

Njal thought he might release then and there. Her small fingers against his dark erection were a sight was enough to make any hot-blooded Viking lose his mind.

He battled for control, groaning as he tipped his head back. “Ah, Odin!”

“Now what?” she whispered.

“Stroke me.” He wrapped his fist over both of hers. “Like this.” He guided her, taking her hands from the base to the tip. After a few strokes, he let her continue on her own.

Her touch lightened.

“No, keep it firm.” He looked down at her again.

She was concentrating, her attention on his cock as if fascinated by it.

He moaned and ran his hand to her nape, clasped her plait. “Keep going.” His belly tightened. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t, my king.”

Njal locked his knees. His balls tightened. Soon, he’d sink into her mouth, but he didn’t want this first time enjoying the ministrations of her hands to end.

He moaned, watching a thick drip of pre-cum escape his tip.

“Lick it,” he gasped.

Odin’s raven, I might spurt if she does!

He steeled himself as she leaned forward, her small pink tongue poking out, swiping over his slit.

“Ah!” He gritted his teeth. That was all he could take, he had to get inside her. “Open your mouth.”

She did as he’d asked, looking up at him, her eyes wide.

“Forgive me,” he muttered, clasping her nape and plunging his cock into her hot mouth.

He cried out, the slickness of her wet tongue on his shaft almost too much to bear.

He drove deeper. “No… teeth…” he managed. “No… teeth.”

She gripped his hips, her body tense.

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