Page 50 of Obsessed Kings

I growl as I settle into the spot next to her, perspiration beading on my forehead. I don't like this new person inside of me. The one who wants to kiss Olivia instead of ramming her on her back and giving her every inch of my cock. Hell, who am I kidding? I want to do both.Right now.

I remove the cheeses, fruit, crackers, and wine from the basket. "Tell me about your past."

"Most guys ask girls that before they ruthlessly fuck them."

My eyes turn deadly. "You’re not most girls and I’m not most guys. Whatever order we discuss our lives with each other is correct because I decided it. I’m your God, little Olive. If a man threatened you on the street or looked at you the wrong way, I’d risk my life to save you. The fact that you can’t even fucking tell me about your past without mouthing off to me is horrid. Get off your fucking high horse and quit being a bitch."

A tear trickles down Olivia’s left cheek. I lean and press my lips to it, refusing to let it trickle to her neck. "There, there. Don’t be so dramatic."

"You’re so mean to me."

I thread my fingers through hers. "I care about you more than any other man could, my Olive. All three of us do."

I feed Olivia cheese on crackers, cherries, and pour her wine into a tiny crystal cup I packed. Yes, my whore Queen always must drink out of crystal cups, not plastic like some lesser men who bring on a picnic. There are even silver etchings on the rims, which is what royalty like her deserves.

Olivia puts too many cherries on her plate.

"No, you don’t." I stop her in her tracks.

Her eyelids quiver as she stares up at me. "I did something else wrong?"

"That’s a hood rat plate. Not a Queen’s plate. It’s so low vibration I can’t even look at it."

I show her my plate. "This is a plate fit for a Queen. See, I only have three cherries. Not thirty."

"Thank you for teaching me how to eat." Her sarcasm is back.

"I’m glad that you’re so good at taking direction. I’m your King. You will always listen to me.You will."

Olivia is clearly incapable of feeding herself like she has royal blood running through her veins, so I pick up a cherry and feed it to her.

She sucks it from my fingers, her tongue swirling around the red skin. Her tongue brushes against the pads of my calloused fingers, and it feels good but I don't move an inch.

"Suck it."

Olivia glares at me as she sucks it harder. She’s clearly calling me a piece of shit in her mind.

"That’s right.Obey me."

I’m an alpha pack leader. I do what I want, when I want, and it’s my duty to guide my Queen down the path toward her own true power.

Iallowher to swallow the cherry after spitting the pit into my palm. "Good girl."

Olivia flushes, her eyes locking on mine. Her thighs brush together, and theSlutnecklace around her neck sparkles a little brighter.

I force her chin up. "You have two seconds to quit looking at me before I ram this cherry pit in your perfect pussy and lick it out."

Fuck it.

I’ll do it anyway.

I rip her dress up, and she shrieks as she frantically tries to cover herself so no one else on the quad can see, but I don't give a fuck about that. Her pink pussy manifests itself to me under her transparent cotton white panties with a tiny pale pink bow on the band, and I lick her gash over the fabric, needing a taste of her berry.

Olivia clutches my shoulders, but I don't stop, not when feral need courses through my veins. Yanking her petite thighs apart, I rip her panties off with my bare teeth, force the cherry pit in her slit, then swirl my tongue around to bring it out.

"Someone will film us if you keep panting like that," I growl, my eyes rolling back, my hips bucking into the picnic blanket, tongue swishing back and forth around her pearly kitty, so glistening and wet for me, so ready to spurt on my lips.

Olivia comes, crying out as her tummy twitches. Her squirts push out the cherry pit, and it flies into the back of my throat so hard I choke. I cough the pit back up, then lick her trembling clit with the pearl of the cherry between my tongue and her flesh, rolling the pit around her bud, sneaking tastes of her berry juices, that mingle with the cherry taste so wonderfully my cock explodes in my briefs of its own accord.

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