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And then the crown of his cock was placed at my entrance, a thick promise of what was about to come.
He started to push in, slow and easy, breaking through my innocence, making it his own.
A low moan left me and I closed my eyes.
“Relax. Open up that hole for me.” He started to slide into my body, my lubrication making it easier even if he was so large, so thick. And then he was fully in me, his balls pressed right to my body. He didn’t wait to give me time to adjust to his massive size. Victor just started moving in and out of me, easy at first, but still fucking me like I was made for him.
“Christ.”
I sucked in a lungful of air. The pain was intense, the feeling of being filled taking my sanity. But as he moved into me and retreated, there was a spark of desire, a wave of pleasure. That discomfort slowly ebbed and I let go, just felt.
“Beg your king to fuck you.”
“Fuck me,” I said on a moan, not even caring that I’d said the words, that they were foreign to me. He was the one in charge and I loved it, got off on it.
He smacked my ass hard. I cried out, and he did it again. He started fucking me then, hard, fast, making me take all of his dick until I felt tears fill the corner of my eyes.
“Come for me, milk my cock, have this little virgin pussy sucking the cum from my balls.”
My orgasm crashed through me violently.
He was crazed in his movements, pounding into my body like he owned it. He does.
I tightened my pussy around his pounding cock. “Yes,” I cried out as another orgasm moved through my whole body. I started pushing back against him, trying to make him go deeper.
He snaked his hand up my back to grab a chunk of my hair. Victor pulled my head back, exposing my throat. I turned my head so I could see him as he came … as he got off. His gaze was heavy lidded as he watched his cock disappear into me. Sweat glistened on his hard, defined body, and I wanted to lick it all off, wanted it covering me. I’d never felt this kind of desire before, never even imagined it could be like this.
As if he sensed my gaze he looked at me and started really pounding away. Victor grunted out every time he was balls deep in me. The pleasure was never-ending. He growled before thrusting several more times into me and then stilling. His roar of completion sounded like a feral animal.
“Christ.” That word spilled from his mouth in a rush as he came. He braced himself on his hands on either side of me and stayed there, buried in me, breathing hard, filling my virgin pussy with his cum. And then he pulled out with a grunt and collapsed on the bed beside me.
For several long moments nothing was said. The only sound was our erratic breathing. I turned to face him, saw his eyes closed and his chest rising and falling harshly. Sweat glistened off his hard body and my mouth watered to have a taste. I was already a fiend for this man.
He looked over at me, the corner of his mouth kicking up. He had me pulled nearly on top of him then, his arm around my waist, his cock thickening, getting hard again against my thigh.
“You better get some sleep, Queen Willow, because I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Chapter 8
Willow
The life of royalty and luxury was not something I thought I would ever get used to. To have people wait on me hand and foot, to have them at my beck and call, was strange and unusual. I felt out of place. If I wanted a glass of water I should get up and get it myself, not have somebody bring it to me on a silver platter, which they did.
I walked over to the window and stared out at the city, the shops and buildings, lush greens that surrounded the property. It really was a beautiful and picturesque scene, and was now mine to take in at my leisure.
Although I was the queen I refused to relinquish my flower shop. It had been my mother’s before I was born. I’d stay there with her when I was younger, watching her design gorgeous bouquets and flower arrangements. It had been a safe place for me and I wasn’t going to let that go because I was now Victor’s.
And that’s exactly what I was … his.
But I no longer worked at the flower shop and instead had my own employees. Even now that was strange to say, knowing that people worked for me.
I looked off to the right where the sunroom was located. The indoor pool looked especially blue today as the sun streamed in through the windows. And I couldn’t help but smile as I saw my mother sitting on one of the lounge chairs, her legs stretched out and a book on her lap. Some things never change.
