“Have you not listened to my poem?”
Correct grammar and the reminder of those beautiful lines? I was melting already. “How could I ever forget?”
“You’re the only woman who can bring me to my knees. But, I did it once on my own. If you want it again, you have to demand it.” His voice dropped an octave in the end, and his eyes grew darker with desire.
“Be a good boy and get on your knees.”
A low groan escaped him as he knelt before me. I clenched hard. The sexy sounds he made when he was aroused always got to me. Watching this powerful, inked sex god at my feet…
He held my foot and took off my shoe, and then the next. Without taking his eyes off me, he planted little kisses on my foot, and, pulling the layers of my dress up, continued up my calf. He licked along my flesh and swirled his tongue around the dip behind my knee. I sucked in a hiss, desire flooding me. He left a wet trail up my thigh as he spread me. Then he stopped right before he reached my panties. “How do you like me to be your good boy now, princess?”
“Eat my pussy,” I hissed. “I want to see my cum on your beard.”
He smacked his lips and then darted his tongue as if he could taste me. “Fuck.” He took off my panties. “I should take off the dress, too, or it’ll be ruined.”
“No. How about you be a good boy and lick it all off? Don’t let a single drop come on the fabric.”
“Jesus…” His breathing grew louder as he dove in.
In no time, I was soaking his face with my orgasm. He devoured me, licking and sucking as I came, prolonging the pleasure.
When I was done, he kept licking me to make sure nothing spilled on the dress. Then he raised his head from between my thighs and gazed at me. His beard glistened with my climax. “You taste so fucking good. What else do you want me to do?”
I slid my fingers under his shirt, touching his chest, and then I unbuttoned the whole shirt, ogling his tattooed muscles. “Now, undress me. I want to be naked for you.”
He stripped me naked, the carnal darkness in his eyes putting me in an erotic trance. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Let me show you how much of a good boy I can be inside you. Let me show you how much I love you, princess.”
I toyed with him a little first, feeling his hard cock over the pants with my foot and then with my hand. His impressive size never ceased to send a fluttering down my core. “Fuck me hard until I come on your cock.”
He groaned. “Yes, princess.”
As he freed his cock, my eyes roamed over his dangerous beauty, feasting on it hungrily. “How do you like me, princess?”
“On top, with your belt around my neck…my king.”
“Holy fucking…” He dominated me in a heartbeat, giving me his wildness, which I took gladly until I was drenching him one more time.
“Did I do good, princess?”
“Yes,” I panted. “You’re a very good boy.”
“Can I come?”
I nodded, sweaty and spent. “Give me a necklace.”
He groaned a curse, pounded me a few more times before he pulled out, held his cock and covered my breasts with his thick, warm cum.
We stared at each other with wide, sated grins for a while. Then his lips embraced mine in a loving kiss. “I’m gonna make you happy, Jo, and safe.”
“I believe you. I hope I can make you happy, too.”
“You already do. I’ve never been happier.”
The loudness of the ongoing party downstairs suddenly came to my attention. In the haze of the orgasms Laius was giving me, my focus was solely on him and the pleasure he made me feel. “Are they going to party until morning?”
“For sure.”
“Hmmm, what about yesterday? Did you have another party?”
