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He descends onto the bench, his erect cock on full display, waiting for me. He pats his thighs as if to encourage me to sit on his lap. I’m only hesitant because I don’t know where we’ll stand when the euphoria is gone and we’re back to our senses.
“Come sit and appease your Ruthless King’s itch for you, Verena.”
I want to defy him. So badly do I want to get mad and stomp out of here, but the longer I stand in aching need, the more I realize how desperate I am for this moment of release.
This blind affection.
The way Zander shows his lust is bold and unexpected.
Ares’ way is slow and observant, with little brushes of touch and lingering eyes filled with appreciative affection.
I want to explore that.
Explore him.
Get lost in us, even if it’s an illusion that can only be experienced between us in hidden chambers meant for no one else.
I can accept that… for now.
That’s why I take a step forward. That step follows with the next. Until I’m right before his spread legs and leaning over until I can wrap my arms around his neck. I climb onto him, my weight clearly nothing as I kneel on his spread thighs, allowing me to hover my dripping pussy over his erect cock.
He holds the base of his shaft, directing it so his tip, which is pooling with precum, taunts my pussy folds. He can see how aroused I am by my glistening pussy. Just like how I can see how hard he is for me.
No one else.
“Just you and me, Verena,” he whispers and steals my attention from my wildly beating heart. “Let’s forget about logic and enjoy ourselves.”
Forget and feed our desires.
I couldn’t agree more with this new initiative.
I slowly lower onto him, taking his thick cock, inch by inch, until he’s filled me up, and I’m at his base. He grips my ass cheeks, groaning in relief while I sigh at how good it feels to have him deep inside me.
Since fucking Zander, I haven’t been able to please myself with my fingers or with my various toys. It’s not the same. Doesn’t ignite that electrifying high that leaves me satisfied for days, if not weeks.
Being around them has driven my imagination crazy. Dreaming of what we could be doing if my role wasn’t simply out of submission and appeasing this public illusion.
“No wonder Zander was gone all night,” Ares quietly mutters. “Nice tight pussy that’s all mine? Lucky bastard,” he grunts and leans back, so I’m forced to look at him.
“You could have had me whenever you wanted,” I mutter.
“I know that,” he confesses. “But that’s not what I wanted.”
“The Ruthless King you?” I quietly offer and further hush my next response. “Or the real you. This Ares who hides so perfectly from the rest of the world.”
He doesn’t answer.
His cock throbs inside my heated walls. His lips trail along my bottom lips. He eyes me like I’m his world in this heightened moment.
He gives in to every urge that pushes him to claim me.
Lips crush mine, the two of us moaning while he lifts me enough so he can start drilling me with his cock. My moan is muffled but loud, the slap of my cheeks adding to the various sounds we’re making as he fucks me with no remorse.
I expected Ares to want to take things slow. To drag things out and make it all agonizing for me, the submissive Maiden whose purpose is to appease all his needs.
Instead, all of this is fast. At a feverish pace that turns me on and leaves me craving to ride the highs that will come far too swiftly.
“That’s it, my dirty little secret. My Sweet Fucking Canary. You’re going to sing for me. Sing until your throat is fucking raw,” he grunts as he pounds into me.
