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A light rain falls on the thousand lights of the city, yellow and white glittering from countless different places. This winter has been harsh and icy-cold, but there’s a hint of spring in the air now, in the way the sky tinges sea-blue as the moon shines down.
New beginnings, and there’s no better person to take this journey with than Kimberly.
Tension thrums through me when I hear the private elevator open behind me, the mechanism whirring almost silently. But a man in my position has to be alert to every sound, the same way a lion stalking the jungle does.
A predator never rests.
I turn and my balls damn-near explode.
Kimberly’s heels click on the hardwood floor as she walks across the vast cavernous room. The chandelier light bounces off the jewels on her dress.
I stare at her bare thighs, full and round, and then at the cleavage on display just under her ducked chin. Her golden hair cascades down around her shoulders, a little messily, making me want to mess it up ever more.
She wears no makeup and no jewelry. She looks like a fresh virgin prize, especially when she stops just short of me and I see how nervous-red her cheeks are.
“What do you think?” she murmurs.
I stalk over to her, stopping when I’m within touching distance. From this angle, and gaze down at the massive glorious mounds of her breasts.
They’re going to be perfect for tit-fucking and covering in my come, and so perfect for when our children come along and it’s time to feed them. My body aches at the thought of those pert nipples swelling with milk.
“I think,” I growl, “that if I don’t feel those legs of yours again, I’m going to die.”
She whimpers when I surge forward, closing the distance between us. I reach down and grip greedy handfuls of her fleshy thighs, so glad that there’s so much of her to grab, to explore, to indulge in.
Every part of her was made for my pleasure.
I don’t plan on wasting any opportunity of enjoying her body.
I crash my lips into hers, tasting her toothpaste, tasting her.
Her womb sending me signals, willing me to forgo dinner and just savage her right here like the horny girl she is.
She whines and shifts against me, making me even harder than I already was.
I force myself to break the contact and step away from her. I can feel the uncertain shimmers moving through her body. Questions are probably firing in her mind, wondering if I’m going to try and savage her right here, wondering how she’s going to tell me she’s not ready yet.
I can read everything about her through touch alone.
Surely that means that we were made for each other long before we ever met.
“Hungry?” I ask.
She frowns as I lead her into the center of the restaurant. I’ve had the lights arranged so that everywhere but our table is dim, visible but not as bright as where we’ll be dining. Soft jazz plays from the speakers set within the walls, further setting the mood.
My blood pumps hotly as she walks just ahead of me, my eyes fixated on her calves and the way they twitch with her footsteps. I can tell she doesn’t usually wear heels, and that just makes me want to take her even more.
She’s unschooled. She’s naive. She’s my untouched virgin, and her every movement drives me feral.
“Kimberly?” I say, walking around to her chair and pulling it out for her. “It’s polite to answer when somebody asks you a question, especially when that somebody happens to own you.”
She laughs strangely. Maybe I can’t read her as well as I thought, because this is lost on me.
“Something’s wrong,” I note, as I slide into my chair.
She bites her lip, causing my cock to pulse harder.
It’s already pushed up solidly against my pants, threatening to explode with more and more potency each moment. My seed swills around inside of me, hot and frantic and eager to erupt into her tight willing cunt.
Her womb was made for me.
I’ll claim it soon.
“I don’t know,” she murmurs.
I smirk, reaching across the table and touching her chin. I direct her gaze to me.
“What don’t you know, you shy, beautiful thing?”
“If I’m hungry—if I should be hungry.”
“Tell me what’s wrong,” I snap. “You’re acting just like you did earlier when I asked what size clothes you were. Fucking hell, Kimberly, do you really think you have to play games with me? You belong to me. You can tell me anything. You can tell me your innermost secrets, desires, fears. Everything. So speak.”
She whimpers.
I fight hard to resist the urge to slide my thumb into her pretty virgin mouth, fuck it the same way I will with my manhood, make her whimper and moan some more.
She really does have a perfect throat-fucking face, my beautiful queen.
