Page 61 of Hell's Queen

“Take it,” I finally say. His fingers dig into my waist as he pulls me against his mouth. The cold is refreshing and has me shivering a bit. His tongue attacks my clit. My eyes blur as I hold back a moan. “Fuck, Inarian.”

His mouth takes me like a savage that has never eaten before. His cold tongue dips inside of me, making me arch. I hold his head in place, grinding my pussy against his face.

“I’m getting close,” I warn. Pleasure is building as his tongue flicks against my clit. I throw my head back, moaning softly. I want to scream and cry as he makes me come. “Put a finger in.” He listens, bumping two digits in and out of me. The added pleasure makes my head spin. “Good boy.”

He moans right into my pussy. The vibrations send me over the edge. My toes curl, and my heels dig into his back. My hips buck fast, seeking release.

I finally hit it.

I hold his head in place as I throw my head back. Reaching up, I bite the back of my hand, muffling the sweet noises from my throat.

His tongue drinks all of me, making euphoria wash over me. It blurs my vision until I can finally breathe. He licks me up before standing up.

“Sit, baby.” I grab his open hand, standing and switching with him. He listens as I crawl over him, straddling him. He’s way more careful with me than I want him to be.

His cock springs upwards once revealed. It has veins running to its round tip, and when I touch it, it leaks precum. I wipe it from his tip, and the moment I rub it against my tongue, his cock twitches. Reaching between my legs, I gather some cum and rub it over his cock.

Inarian’s head drops back with a groan as I work all the liquid over him.

“Whose cock is this?” I ask daringly.

He curses. “Don’t do this to me.”

I rub him faster. “Whose cock does this belong to?”

His hips buck, and he grips the sheets. “Please. Please.”

“I’ll edge you if you don’t tell me.”

His head drops back. “Please don’t. It’s yours. It’s all yours.”

“Good boy,” I whisper, climbing into his lap. I align with him before pushing myself down. The moment he fills me, we moan, feeling each other. His cock is icy and actually feels magnificent inside of me. I pick myself up and begin riding him.

“You feel so fucking good.” He moans, hands on my hips and helping me bounce.

I wrap my fingers around his throat and move his eyes to me. “Now, if only you were a good boy, you could have had this a long time ago.”

“I know! I’m so fucking sorry I’m a dickhead.”

“Yes, baby, you are. Take my pussy,” I tell him. He plants his feet and pushes up into me, moaning. My legs are still sore from the battle.

My eyes close, burying my face into his neck, and I moan. His cock was hitting the sweetest spot. Please, God, let nothing stop this.

Well… God doesn’t like the Devil because the bedroom door opens.

We freeze, looking over.

“I–I’m so sorry, Queen.” The nurse closes the door.

I let out a sigh, rolling my eyes. “I was so close.”

He puts his hand on my back and quickly flips us without removing his cock from my pussy. “Is this okay?”

Nodding, I wrap my good leg around his waist while lifting my gown to expose my breast to him. His eyes move down my body, locking on them.

Inarian takes me, fucking me hard. The bed doesn’t seem to squeak too loud. I grab his shoulders as he dips his head and captures my breast with his cold mouth.

I shiver and arch as my nipple buds. “Fuck!”

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