Page 43 of His Broken Queen

“I’m tired of the sling.” I turned to face her, licking my lips when I took in her damp hair and warm skin. The tan towel clung to her body, but it wasn’t going to stay there for long. “I’ll put it back on after.”

“After what?” She traced her finger along the tattoos on my chest.

“After we take this off.” I tugged on her towel, letting it fall to the floor. “That’s better.”

“But now I’m naked and you’re not.” She trailed her fingers down my stomach. “That doesn’t seem fair.”

“How about I decide what’s fair?” I kissed the side of her jaw, working my way down her throat, and to her breasts. “I like being in charge.”

“Really?” She giggled, and that was probably the first time she smiled in days. “I haven’t noticed.”

“Turn around.” I moved her to face the balcony “You should enjoy the view.”

“Won’t someone see us?”

“No.” I kissed the back of her neck, breathing in her peppermint shampoo as I roamed my hands up her sides and to her breasts. “We’re too high up on the cliff, but I wouldn’t care who sees me fucking you.”

“Oh…” she moaned when I swiveled my hips into her back side.

I inched us forward until we were outside, overlooking the ocean. The sound of the water crashed in the distance, and the air was filled with a crisp autumn aroma.

I cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers, tugging on them. The cool breeze from the open patio doors swept along my heated flesh. I lowered one hand between her legs, pushing my fingers inside her, and spreading her arousal along her folds.

She gripped the black iron railing that surrounded the balcony as I fingered her. Her walls clenched around me, alerting me to her impending climax. She arched her hips and rocked into my hand. I kissed the side of her neck, licking a path to her ear.

“Fuck my fingers, my dirty girl.” I swirled my tongue inside her ear, gently blowing inside it. “When you’re done, I’m going to suck your cum from them.”

“You’re filthy.”

“You like it.”

“Yes.” She panted, leaning forward. “Romero…”

She unraveled under my touch, clutching the railing as her legs quivered and she tightened around my fingers. I withdrew my hand from between her legs, dragging it along her ass and up her spine.

Still leaning against the railing, she glanced over her shoulder and locked her gaze with mine when I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted her juices. If I wasn’t so hard for her, I’d drop to my knees and feast on her, but my cock had other ideas.

I lowered my sweatpants over my waist, freeing my erection. She ran her tongue along her lips when she turned to face me, taking my length in her palm and stroking it. I took her face between my hands and pushed my tongue into her mouth. As our teeth collided in a frenzied attempt for control, she pumped me in her delicate hand.

She breathlessly broke the kiss, staring at me with wild eyes. In that moment, I saw a flicker of hope in them. When she released me from her hold, I turned her to face the ocean again. I flexed my waist forward, pushing my cock between the soft skin of her legs, rubbing myself against her as I bit the top of her shoulder.

She pushed back, moving with me, coating my shaft with the dampness of her pussy. I guided her to lean against the balcony, and arched her hips as I took my length in my hand and ran the tip along her entrance, savoring the warmth.

She braced herself against the railing, holding tight as I plunged inside her. As much as I stretched her, she was still tight around me. Her hot, wet core welcomed me, allowing me to move slow and deep. With a shove forward, my balls slapped against her ass. My lust for her grew stronger with each pass of her swollen folds.

As the waves broke to the surf in the distance, we created our own nature. Just she and I, needing one another, pleasing each other until all our pain and grief faded to the background. She hadn’t been this relaxed in days. She needed this; she needed me.

With my one hand on her hip, I placed my other on top of one of hers, interlacing our fingers. The light of the moon illuminated over us, bouncing off the ocean below. I slowed my tempo because I didn’t want this to end.

“I love you so much,” I whispered into her ear. “I’ll make things better, I promise.”

“I love you.” She tightened her grip on my hand. “I trust you.”

“Lu…” I moaned as I rocked my pelvis and emptied inside her.

“Oh!” She cried out when I glided my hand up her stomach and to her throat, gently holding it as I brought her to release a second time tonight.

She slouched against the railing, trying to catch her breath. I covered her with my body, embracing her. I ignored the pain in my shoulder because this encounter far out-weighted any discomfort I experienced. Being close to her was the only support I needed.

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