“Are you ready for me, Duchess?” I swish my tongue around my mouth while silently warning for my cock to calm down. The scent of her cunt alone has precum seeping into my pants, and I’m not going to mention the catastrophe it causes from being mingled with the fresh smell of rain.
The soft cotton of K’s panties is no match for my hand when she bobs her chin for the quickest second, choosing light over the dark, happiness over dread, herself above anyone.
After dropping onto my knees, I peel open the slit in her dress, push it up her milky white thighs, then band it around her waist.
“Christ…” I have no other words to explain what I’m seeing. Her pussy lips are glistening in the moonlight. They’re even brighter than the diamond stud hidden by delicate folds of flesh. “I want you so fucking bad, K. My tongue is dying to shred through you. To eat you. To fuck you. To claim every inch of you.” For each word I speak, K’s backside lifts off the hood of my Shelby more and more.
Once she’s an inch or two from my face, I run the back of my knuckles down her clenching slit. “Always hungry.” I lock my eyes with hers over her thrusting chest that’s extra plump due to the three meals a day I ensure she eats without fail. Cockiness fills me when our eyes collide. She’s still here, with me, not the least bit tempted by the frantic calls of the dark. “I’ll happily accept your cunt’s insatiable demands over your hungry stomach any day.”
I wait for the fire in her eyes to shift to yearning before spearing my tongue through the folds of her glistening cunt. The beat of my pulse in my ears doubles when she clamps her thighs around my head, overwhelmed by the buzz of our piercings connecting. I stole a bit of ice out of Eight’s drink before sliding in the driver’s seat of my car, aware Lester’s death would most likely lead us down this path. K gets off on me protecting her as much as her rain-soaked hair makes me the hardest I’ve ever been.
After giving her clit the attention it deserves, I blow a cold breath across her swollen and wet pussy, ensuring her piercing gets a tinge of the iciness from mine. She shudders in an instant. Her shakes have nothing to do with the coolness of my breath. My woman is coming undone, both mentally and physically.
“That’s it, K, give me more of that sweetness to devour,” I mutter through a groan before returning my mouth to her shuddering cunt. I eat her like I’m starved. Like her pussy wasn’t on my mouth only hours ago. I can smell her arousal in my beard, taste it on my lips, however, it still isn’t enough. If I had it my way, I’d only let her cunt leave my mouth to suffocate my cock.
When K’s hands move for my hair, I poke my tongue inside of her, acting as if it’s my cock. She has a tight, little cunt that’s super responsive to touch. Just my beard scratching at the scarred skin between her drenched slit and her ass stretches her orgasm from one to two. She’s soaked front to back, and riding my face as if she’s yet to come.
For years, she placed herself last. She still does it now without even realizing it, but when my head or cock is between her legs, no one is placed before her. Not even me.
I fucking love that about her.
Yeah, you heard me right. I love K, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. I’ve fucked many women in my almost twenty-nine years, but not one of those exchanges came close to what I experience when K is shuddering beneath me. There was no love attached to those interactions, no feelings. I was there to get off. Plain and simple.
Now, I’d rather go to bed with a sack full of sperm than have a meaningless romp with the whores who keep my brothers entertained after a long day. My cock doesn’t even twitch at the thought of a drug-fueled gangbang I’d forget within an hour of it occurring.
The only thing that twitches when the guys give me shit about being a one-woman man is the itch to kill. For the most part, they’re stirring me, but I’ve seen the way some of the men eye K when they think I’m not looking. They want a taste of the magic, convinced I’ll eventually give them a slice of my pie.
There’s no fucking chance of that ever happening, and I have no troubles expressing that with my fists when word of their hope reaches my ears.
Just them thinking they can get a taste of what’s mine has me eating K faster and hungrier. I grip her hips to stop their sways before dragging my tongue up her slit to circulate it around her clit. As my beard soaks up the remnants of her two climaxes, I coerce a third one out of her. I rub at her clit faster with my tongue before notching a finger inside of her. She’s still as tight as fuck, and her insides are all-types of messy, but my fucking god, the greedy sucks of her cunt have me wanting to fill her to the hilt for every second of every day.
“I want to fuck you, Duchess. I want to fuck you so bad it hurts, but I need you to come again first. I need your thighs drenched and for my name to tear from your mouth.” The pumps of my finger are brutal, but they, along with the growly delivery of my words, sends her freefalling for the third time. She rips at my hair as my name shreds from her throat in a mangled groan. “Yes, Duchess. Give it to me.”
She’s barely shuddered through the brutality of her third climax when she slips off the hood of my car, falls to her knees in front of me like the gravel isn’t cutting up her delicate skin, then yanks at my belt. “Please,” she begs like she can’t wait to taste my cum for a second longer.
I wait for her to free my cock from its tight confines before scooping her up off the ground and replanting her naked backside onto the hood of my Shelby. I’m a cruel, heartless fuck who loves her desperateness to suck me off so much, I can hold back my desires for hours just to force her lips to remain on me longer than necessary.
Just like her kisses cause the shards inside of me to shine brightly like a kaleidoscope, her blowjobs make me feel invincible. Like I can have both her and my kingdom.
I can, but regretfully, I don’t have hours to spare to show you that right now. I told Justine we’d arrive at the restaurant hosting Nikolai’s surprise party before Nikolai. I’m forty minutes out from breaking that promise. If my pledge were attached to any other man, I wouldn’t give a shit how late we are, but since this is for Nikolai, I’ll do my best to keep it.
“There’s no time for cock sampling today.” K almost whines, but the bracing of my cock’s head at the entrance of her seeping pussy holds it back. She doesn’t breathe while I coat myself in her juices. She doesn’t move. She just stares straight at me, ensuring me she’s with me, at my side and not tiptoeing toward the dark.
“Are you ready to see the fireworks, Duchess?”
When her chin tilts, I could blow my load right now. That’s how fucking turned on I get by her strength. She’s so fucking strong. So perfect.So mine.
My last two words release the beast from inside me. With my hand gripped on K’s nape and our eyes locked, I thrust my hips forward, impaling her with one ardent pump. She’s drenched front to back, but the clench of her jaw is undeniable. She’s hurting. She just now knows the difference between a good hurt and a bad one.
“Stay with me, K.” I lower my hand to her clit to stimulate it before slowly dragging my cock back out. “I can protect you better than the dark. You’ll always be safe with me. You’ve just got to be brave enough to believe that.”
Like a real-life monarch, the fire in her eyes roars to life. She adjusts the spread of her hips, widening herself for me, before digging the heels of her shoes into my ass, demanding for me to move with a regal-ness I’m going to ensure she has for real by the end of this year.
Nikolai is right. K is my queen, and together, we will build an empire.
Three
Kristina
