Page 83 of Wanted By a King

I stop talking, focusing on how well she takes everything I give, and the moment she starts clamping around my cock and fluid gushes over my fingers and balls, I fucking soar.

My roar is loud. Animalistic. Throwing my head back as I stiffen and shoot my seed so deep inside her I hope it gets her pregnant.

My eyes fly open at that thought, shock making me stiffen for the wrong fucking reason.

Where the fuck did that thought come from?

I don’t want a baby. Fucking ever.

Do I?

Fucking hell. I’m losing my mind.

“Gray? I’m getting dizzy down here.”

Zoe’s words draw me out of my fucking outrageous head, and I quickly ease my fingers, thumb and cock from her and help her upright.

“Sorry, Princess. I got a little… ah, carried away there.”

Carried away?

A baby? Really?

Just fucking no!

“That was… fucking amazing.” Zoe admits, and she turns around, trying to right her dress, and all thoughts of impregnating her fall away as I realize how comfortable she is with me right now.

I love that.

“Open.” I demand, holding my saturated fingers up, and she obeys. Slowly I press their slickness to her tongue and sink them into the heat of her mouth. “I’ve never wanted to dirty someone up the way I want to stain you.”

Her brows shoot up at my admission, even as her lips close around my three fingers. “How deep can you take them, Princess?”

Worry flashes over her face, and I shake my head, knowing she’s thinking about the night on the stage at Dirty Diamonds.

“Don’t panic. I just want to see how much you can take,” I state, and although I see her trembling a little, she gives me a slight nod. “The trick is to breathe through your nose. Can you do that for me?”

Zoe nods again, and I see her nostrils flare as she does just that.

“That’s it, beautiful. Now open up that throat and let me in.”

My dick is hard again, imagining it easing down her throat instead of my three fingers, and I hope that one day, she’ll let me push that boundary again.

I sink my fingers in deeper, and when she stiffens, I know she’s about to gag, so I slip them free quickly, and she gasps for breath.

“Why?” she pants. “Do you want to make me gag?”

Letting my smirk tug at my lips, I shrug. “It’s not about making you gag, Princess. It’s about pushing you to see how much you can take.”

Tilting her head to study me, she holds up three of her fingers. “Let me do it to you.”

“That’s not how this works.” I grin before looking down at myself and seeing that my jeans are soaked with her juices.

I fucking love making her come.

“Maybe it should be how this works,” she states, crossing her arms over her chest and cocking her hip, not fazed about her juices and my cum oozing down her thighs.

Fucking hell. She’s never looked more beautiful.

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