Page 159 of Claimed By a King

She starts rolling her hips, her moans meeting my ears as she does what I asked of her and rides my face.

Using my hands, I part her ass cheeks wider, my gaze trying to focus on her puckered hole, but I’m too fucking close to it, and she wastes no time pressing the tight opening to the tip of my nose as her greedy cunt chases relief.

I focus on the muscles coiling in her back, and the way she moves over me, and the strange sensation of fingers hitting my chin every so often as she circles her clit.

That’s it, baby. Smother me. Take what you need.

Zoe leans forward over me as she picks up her pace, and my cock jerks as dainty fingers wrap around its girth before her tight grip starts pumping me.

Fuck yes.

She’s perfect.

Every so often, Zoe shifts enough for me to suck in a breath, but it’s not enough to stop the lightheadedness from hitting.

I want her to come before I pass out or die. I need her to know she can chase her orgasm and still reach it, something that she’s been struggling with a lot.

I start fucking my tongue into her cunt, her juices slick against my tongue, hitting the back of my throat.

It’s at this point that my princess loses control.

She fucks my face with forceful grinds, trying to force my tongue deeper and deeper as she speeds up her rhythm around my cock.

“Gray!” She cries out, mashing her drenched folds over my mouth, and as she stiffens, her moans filling the room as thewalls of her cunt start squeezing my tongue, her grip on my cock clamps tighter than a vise as she pumps me.

Her hair flies in my vision as she throws her head back, reaching the peak of her climax before she starts coming down, and she suddenly lurches forward, finally allowing me to take in much needed air.

My cock is ready to explode and the feel of her lips wrapping around it has my hips surging up to sink deeper toward her throat.

“Fuck, Princess,” I rasp. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Zoe hums around my cock, right before she starts sucking.

Her mouth is like a fucking suction cup, and any thoughts of me fucking her mouth fall away as the sucking sensation increases.

I buck, not able to fight the way my body reacts to the feeling, and my nuts tighten, reminding me that this will be fast.

Zoe gives the term, suck a dick, a whole new fucking meaning, not sucking it like a lollipop, but like a fucking vacuum, trying to extract every last drop of cum from my balls.

My whole body convulses under her as I erupt violently, the suction not breaking as my cock jerks and pulses with each rope of cum that shoots from the tip.

“Fuuuuck, Princess,” I yell, the sound higher pitched than I’d like for my alpha male image.

Finally, Zoe releases my dick with a pop, and the fucking thing slaps to my abs, making me jump from how fucking sensitive my knob is.

“Mmm,” she moans. “That was a good drink.”

A deep rumble of laughter bursts from my lips, and even though I feel shaky as fuck, I manage to grip her hips, still hovering near my head, and lift her as I sit up, turning her to face me in another straddle.

“Any fucking time you’re thirsty, you can drink me if you do it like that.”

She beams. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You fucking should.” I lean in and press my lips to hers, and she melts into me, wrapping her arms around my neck as we kiss slowly, tasting each other on our tongues.

We stay like that for a long time, kissing and nipping at each other’s lips before we finally break, our foreheads pressing together.

“How are you feeling?” I ask. “You know, with what happened in the clearing. We haven’t really taken the time to talk about it.”

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