Page 9 of His Broken Queen

He removed his gun from the back of his pants and set it on top of the dresser. No matter how many times I’d seen him do that, a thrill of excitement coursed through me. It reminded me of how dangerous he was. That danger should have frightened me, but lately all it did was arouse me.

As I continued to gawk at him, he took off his shoes and socks and placed them by the closet. I sat up when he came toward me. Stepping in front of me, he undid his belt buckle. When he popped the button on his pants another surge of arousal shot through my body, pulsating between my legs.

“You’re so beautiful.” He took my chin between his fingers. “The most beautiful woman in the club tonight.”

“I was the luckiest woman in the club tonight.” I kissed his fingers when he ran them along my lips. “I was with you.”

“No, Lu.” He kissed me so softly that it made my heart flutter. “I have you. I’m the lucky one.”

“We’re both lucky.” I reached for the zipper on his pants. “Maybe we should get lucky together.”

“That’s not a bad idea.” He stepped back, giving me enough room to slip off the bed and drop to my knees in front of him. “What are you doing?”

“Showing my gratitude for my birthday party.” I licked my lips before grasping his erection in my hand. “Will you let me?”

“Go for it.” He glided his fingers through my locks, massaging my scalp as I swirled my tongue over his tip. “Fuck.” He tugged on my hair, granting me access to take more of him. “Damn it, Lu.” When he forced his hips forward, I placed one hand on his tight thigh, bracing myself for his welcomed assault on my mouth.

I kept pace with him, licking and sucking, making sure to relax when he deep-throated me. The pressurein my core grew with each powerful pass of his hard cock between my lips. My saliva seeped from the corners of my mouth when he pressed his balls against my chin.

His painful grip on my hair only fueled my desire to please him. His moans turned to grunts when I scraped my teeth along his shaft.

“You’re going to make me come.” He stilled inside my mouth. “As much as I want to watch you swallow, the urge to fuck you is stronger.” He pulled out of my mouth and stepped back, holding out his hand for me. “Get up.”

I took his hand and let him help me into a standing position. My head swirled from all the birthday champagne. I giggled when I stumbled forward. He caught me in his arms, laughing when my cheeks filled with red.

“Still celebrating?” He ran the back to his fingers along my jaw, causing a hot shiver to channel through me. The fact that my panties were wet and I ached for his touch didn’t help matters.

“I love celebrating with you.” I swiped my tongue along his lips. “Didn’t you say you wanted to fuck me?”

“Such a vulgar mouth.” He tugged on my bottom lip. “Was it my cock that made it so filthy?”

“Yes.”

“Take your dress off.” He let go of me and stepped back. “Now.”

I crossed my arm over my chest and slipped the strap of the dress down my shoulder. I did the same to the other side, causing my breasts to spill out of the top. I gazed up at him and smiled.

“Why don’t you take it off?”

“Because I told you to do it.” He toyed with the buckle on his belt. “Unless you’re feeling defiant.”

“You’d punish me on my birthday?” I reached under my dress and tugged my panties down, taking them off and tossing them at him. “You take my dress off.”

He spun me around and lowered the zipper before I even had a chance to process his actions. He yanked the silky material down my body and let the dress drop to my feet. Grabbing my waist, he tugged me to his chest, pushing his erection against my backside.

“Still feeling disobedient?” He slithered his hand to my center, spreading me open with his fingers. “It’s your birthday. How do you want this to go?”

“I don’t care how it goes.” I moaned when he inserted his fingers in my slick heat. “As long as it ends with you inside me.”

As he fingered me, he moved his other hand to my breast, squeezing it in his firm hold. “It was always going to end that way, baby.”

“What are we waiting for?” I turned around. “I want you right now.”

He kissed my neck, moving to my breasts, kissing them as he cupped one in his hand, biting just above my left nipple.

“Mmm…” I moaned when he reached between us and took his erection in his hand, pushing the tip against my entrance. I hitched my leg over his hip, wiggling into him. As he lifted me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist before hitting the wall behind us.

“Happy Birthday, Luciana.” He entered me with one powerful shove of his pelvis.

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