Page 25 of Fall Before Her Throne

I pumped a finger inside her while sucking on her at the same time. She spiraled tighter and tighter, pussy clenching. Every touch, every taste, drew us both closer to coming apart.

I pulled my tongue from her clit to press slow, reverent kisses on her inner thigh. I wanted this to last. I wanted her to beg for me by the time it was done. I wanted my brothers to come searching for fear that we’d gone missing, only to find me lost in her instead.

“You’re teasing me,” she whispered.

“I am enjoying you.”

“Wynn likes to edge me.”

“I understand why completely.”

“Obi, come on,” she said with a groan as I let my lips return to her clit. Two fingers slipped inside her, parting into a V to stretch her, prepare her for me. I groaned against her entrance, spearing my tongue inside her along with my fingers.

She bit her lip, rolling her eyes back in her head, as she withheld the sounds of her pleasure.

I bit her thigh. “Stop holding back. This is our home now. I will hear you here.”

She huffed. “You told me before no one else can hear me, see me, except you all. We have someone else in our house.”

The question of Max Volpe frustrated me, but circumstances had changed since I last had to punish Leona for losing her control around him. The tattoo on his back was only another piece of evidence that pointed toward his affection for her, despite his transgressions.

“Things have changed,” I finally answered. “But I need to hear you come undone. Our guest will mind his business, or he’ll have Ryu and me to deal with.”

Then I sucked her clit into my mouth and pushed three fingers inside her pussy.

Her strangled cry was music to my ears, echoing off the walls of our shower. My cock throbbed between my legs, begging to be buried in her sweet warmth.

“More.” Her whimpers were high, and I knew the crescendo of her sounds well enough to know she was close. “I want you in me. I need you.”

“You will come on my face and my fingers first,” I murmured.

“Oh, God.” Her eyes screwed shut.

The orgasm stole the breath from her lungs. Her leg went tight around my shoulder while her pussy fluttered around me. I licked her through it, swallowing the taste of her, relishing in the waves of her pleasure. When she came down, her eyes opened, and she stared down at me on my knees before her.

A king only kneels for his queen.

Her hand cupped my cheek, brushing a thumb across it before it clasped my chin and she gently tugged. I stood, meeting her lips with a surge, then pushed her up against the shower wall. Her body molded to mine as I lifted her and pressed my body between her legs. The wet warmth of her skin slid against mine in the water, and I groaned into the softness of her neck.

“I will never get enough of you.” I dragged my nose up her neck while my thumbs played with her peaked nipples.

“I need you, Obi.” Her fingers scratched down my spine. “All of you.”

I dragged my length through her pussy, rutting against her, pinning her to the wall. I wanted to fill her with my cum over and over. Eternity with her in my arms would not be enough.

“Please,” she begged, grinding against me. She was perfect, so ready, so wet.

I lined up the head of my cock and pushed inside, just an inch. She whimpered.

“I want the entire house to hear you,” I said. “All of them.”

All of them.

I wanted Volpe to hear her, but I couldn’t fathom why.

Maybe so he would know she was ours.

With a firm thrust, I seated myself completely inside her. Her moan echoed through the bathroom. Her pussy was a vice, strangling my cock and pulling a groan from my lips. I buried myself in her over and over. Every nerve in my body was on fire. She consumed me. I thirsted for her, and the need was unquenchable.