“Still want to wait?” I ask as I rub my aching clit.
He opens his mouth and I’m expecting him to chastise me, but he doesn’t. “Spread those lips,” he commands in a husky voice. “Show me the pink inside.”
I do what he says, spreading myself open to show him my virgin entrance.
My eyes drop to his pants and I moan when I see how hard he is. There’s no hiding it. He’d have a better chance of hiding a longsword in his pocket.
“I want to see too,” I say as I rub myself into a frenzy. “Pull that big dick out and stroke it for me.”
Yes…
My body ignites as he finally unclasps his hands from behind his back and takes out his long hard cock.
He’ssobig. It’s monstrous.
King-sized.
I whimper and moan as I watch him wrap his big strong hand around his solid shaft and start stroking, long and hard, up and down.
It’s the most erotic sight I’ve ever seen and it’s pushing me toward the edge. My body shakes and convulses as my hand cramps up, my fingertips moving faster and harder on my clit.
“My queen,” he growls as he jerks off his big cock.
It doesn’t take long for him to erupt.
He grits his teeth and growls as he orgasms. Powerful streams of cum surge out of his cock and land on his hand and wrist as I watch in awe. It’s so fucking sexy. So fucking hot.
I scream as I feel my orgasm barreling forward. It roars up from the darkness, fierce and unstoppable.
With a cry, I explode, cumming hard as I throw my head back and twist my body. My legs clamp shut on my thighs as my body convulses and trembles with heat. I shake and whimper, wishing it was Alaric’s hand on me instead of mine.
My bones turn to jelly as I sink into the Wolf King’s throne, still exposed, still wanting him badly.
Six days…
I may not make it.
Alaric is breathing heavily as he pulls out a handkerchief and quickly cleans himself up. He pulls up his pants, taking that beautiful view away.
I can tell he wants more. We both do.
This may have taken the edge off, but it’s done nothing to satisfy our ravenous hunger. This was like eating a cracker after being starved for two weeks.
“I must go,” he says with his voice cracking.
He takes one last yearning look at me lying half naked in his throne—ready for anything—before he abruptly turns and practically flees out of the room without looking back.
“Gooooodddddsssss,” I scream in frustration as the big heavy door slams shut with a finality that I find so fucking irritating.
Six days.
How can I wait that long?
If it works for him, maybe it will work for me.
“I am alpha,” I whisper. “I endure.”
Nope.
