Page 99 of Making the King

“That was also perfect.” Cara beams, slowly kneading my dick, milking every last drop of cum from it, creating a puddle on my stomach.

“Fuck, Cara. I’ll never get enough of you.” I admit, and she nods, like she already fucking knows that.

Slowly, she slips the beastly silicone thing from my ass, before climbing up on the bed and standing over me.

“I fucking like this view,” I tell her and she waggles her brows as she unfastens the strap-on harness before letting it fall to the bed next to me.

“You mean, this view?” she asks, parting her legs wider and spreading her folds with her fingers.

I growl.

My hands grip the backs of her calves, and she raises a brow.

“Don’t forget who’s in charge here.”

I chuckle. “Then make me suffer.”

With a sinister look, she releases her folds and cups her breasts, flicking her thumbs over her nipples. “Oh, I will.”

I already know what’s coming, and I’m fucking pumped for it. I love it when Cara unleashes herself on me. Gets herself off in a way that has little control.

She moves up the bed, lowering to her knees over my head, and sits on my face.

“Tongue out, and you breathe when I say you can breathe.”

I give her a thumbs up, because I can’t fucking talk, or breathe, but I’ve become a master at holding my breath while she fucks my face over the last few years.

I watch her over me, the way her abs coil as she grinds herself on my face. The way she pinches her nipples, and pulls her own hair, using me to get off.

Occasionally, she lets me breathe, and I know from experience it will only be a short breath, so I take in as much air as I can before she’s smothering me again, to the point I nearly pass out.

It’s when she braces her hands on the headboard and starts mashing her cunt over my lips, tongue and nose that I know she’s close, and moments later she cries out as her juices flow.

I lap at her, desperate to lick up every drop of her slickness until her clit is too sensitive to touch anymore, and she leaps off me, shooting me a grin.

“I should punish you for that.”

“Go for it.” I urge, but she smiles wide and shakes her head.

“I’m ready to give you aftercare now.”

Smiling, I nod, and she walks into the bathroom while I lay on the bed with a puddle of cooling cum on my stomach.

The thing about Cara and aftercare, is I think she loves this part more than the actual fucking. As tough as she is, she can be very nurturing, and I think it makes her feel good that she has that in her, despite her upbringing.

“I’ve had an idea about what we can call the girls in the MC.” She tells me, moving onto the bed next to me and pressing a warm washcloth to my skin, wiping up my puddle of cum.

“The girls under your care?” I ask, and she nods.

“The Cruz Cunts.”

“You want to call them cunts?” I ask, a little fucking confused.

“Yes. Cruz Cunts. I want to take power over that word since it was used against me, and probably millions of women across the world, too. I’m taking the power back on the word.”

I chuckle. I get where she’s coming from, and to be honest, it’s a pretty catchy name.

“Okay, Killer. I’ll make sure that’s included in the final vote when we establish the club.”

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