Page 64 of Twisted Empire: King's Gambit

“Hmmm,” I trail off involuntarily when I feel rough hands running up the side of my body and a hard wall of muscle at my back. Groggy with sleep, I open my eyes just as I feel his lips on my neck, teasing me with his teeth.

I suck in a breath when he grinds his hard cock against my ass and his grip on my hip tightens. We’ve barely seen each other lately because he’s been so busy, so this feels like coming home.

“I need you; I fuckingcraveyou,” he groans into my ear, trailing his tongue over the shell. “Tell me you need me too, sweet girl.”

His hand trails lower down my belly towards my mons, then I throw my head back when he slips it between my legs. “I … I…”

“Do you want my cock,Malyshka?” he whispers in my ear, dirty and low, before lifting my leg and draping it over his leg behind me to spread me open. “Tell me you need me.”

He strokes my clit gently, running it in circular motions before slipping his fingers inside of me. Fucking me with those thick digits, he spreads my wetness all over my pussy and continues to do those same motions while not allowing me to reach my climax.

Edging so early in the fucking morning.

“Please…” I moan. “Mikhail, I need you,please.”

A dark sound rumbles deep in his chest when I say this, then in one swift motion, he buries his thick cock inside of me. I moan loudly when he enters me from behind, then he lifts my leg up more and I swear I can feel him everywhere.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans. “I’ve been waiting all day to put my cock in you, my good girl, and fuck, you’re worth the wait. This pussy was made for me.”

My stomach flutters from his praises, and I push my ass out more so I can feel him deeper inside of me. He rests my leg on his raised one to open me more, then he slams into me harder while wrapping his hand around my throat.

“Play with yourself, sweet girl,” he purrs in my ear while his thick cock stretches me wide open. “That’s it, I need to see you chase your release. God, you look beautiful.”

Fuck, when did I become a slut for praises during sex?

While he pistons into me, I play with my pussy; his groans of approval and my moans send me on a different fucking high. His hand at my throat slips down to my breasts, where he teases my nipples, pulling them, pinching them and flicking them.

I don’t know why, but this made my moaning reach a fever pitch, until he slams a hand over my mouth.

“Shh, I want to hear the way your perfect pussy sounds,” he hums in my ear as his thrusting picks up. “I want to hear how wet you are for me, then I need you to come, okay?”

I moan past his hand, and he tuts, removing his hand. “I need your words,Malyshka.”

He keeps using the word need, and something tells me that although praises do nothing for Mikhail,affirmationdoes.

“Y-yes…” I whimper. “I’ll be quiet for you, I promise.”

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he growls, and for the next few seconds, I lay there in silence while the sounds of him fucking my wet pussy fill the room.

It should make me cringe, right? The wet sounds, the thump of our bodies colliding; but it doesn’t. It makes me feel like a fucking queen, knowing I can get Mikhail to this point even while sleeping.

He goes feral for me without me even needing to do anything, and if that’s not having one of the most ruthless, powerful men in the palm of my hand, then what is?

“Please, make me come, Mikhail,” I moan, turning my head back. “Please…”

“Fuck,” he growls and slips his hand to my pussy. “I can’t resist my queen when she begs, can I?”

I whimper like I’m in fucking heat when he starts playing with my clit and thrusting hard behind me. His groans and the way he comes apart like this for me, and only for me … God.

I swear my mind goes blank when I feel the first wave of my orgasm hit and I’m so fucking ready to fall headfirst.

But then Mikhail slaps my pussy and I immediately clench. He chuckles at my reaction and proceeds to do it again, and on the third slap, my body doesn’t just tremble–it fucking convulses.

I used to think pornstars screaming were all fake until Mikhail. Now he elicits that response from me almost on a daily basis.

When I come down from my climax, I feel him stiffen up behind me and groan, his hand at my throat again. I’ll never get used to feeling that thick cock of his pulsing inside of me; it’s the best reward I could ever get.

His thrusting slows down and he breathes out a sigh, resting his head against my shoulder.

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