Page 46 of Untouchable Queen
She whimpers, her walls tightening around my cock, and I know it’s because she likes it when I tell her what to do—even if she won’t admit it. Her stomach tightens, holding her body up as she reaches behind her to do as I say, and as her full, firm breasts come into view, my cock throbs dangerously inside her.
She tosses the lacy fabric aside and roams her hands over her perfect tits and firm nipples—like she’s massaging them after a long day trapped in a confining outfit.
“Christ, Tatiana, don’t stop,” I groan as I watch her satisfy herself.
Her eyes shift lazily in my direction, her eyelids low and sensual as her full ruby lips curve into a provocative smile. Then her fingers start to tease her nipples, pinching the taut nubs between her fingers and thumbs as she rolls them like I would.
Pussy tightening around my cock, Tatiana cries with pleasure, her full lips parting as she starts to pant. I thrust inside her, electric anticipation racing up and down my spine as I watch her tease herself. Fresh arousal coats my erection as her excitement intensifies, and the wet sound of our skin slapping together drives me wild.
“You gonna come all over my cock,principessa?” I rasp, my muscles humming with tension. Every inch of me feels like a live wire ready to explode at the slightest provocation. The slick friction of Tatiana’s hot, wet pussy swollen and eager as she takes my deep, relentless thrusts makes me desperate to fill her with my cum. I want to see it dripping out of her.
“Yes!” she gasps, her body quivering as she teeters on the brink.
Releasing one full, fleshy thigh, I reach around her leg to pinch her clit, and Tatiana screams, her pussy exploding on mycock. Wet excitement gushes into her channel, and I groan at the sinfully pleasurable sensation. I’m sliding in and out of her tight hole with ease now, my swollen tip harder than I think it’s been in my life. She ripples around me, coming hard on my cock as her hands slap back against the counter to catch her.
Color rushes from her chest to stain her neck before pooling in her cheeks, and when our eyes meet, they’re molten.
“Don’t stop,” she moans, her clit fluttering beneath my fingers as her walls grip me again and again, pulling me deeper inside her depths.
I’m pounding relentlessly inside of her, burying myself to the hilt each time, and Tatiana takes every inch of me like she was made for my cock. At this rate, I’m not going to last much longer, but the adrenaline coursing through my veins won’t let me stop. I’m so hard for her, so wretchedly in need of making her mine that I’m half crazed with the desire to release my seed inside of her. I want to bind Tatiana to me in whatever ways I can, because the fear of watching her slip through my fingers has been agonizing. And finally, I think she might be ready to let go of the past. To see a way forward.
“Come with me, Tatiana,” I growl, leaning forward to press my palms against the counter next to hers.
Her legs spread wider, her red-soled heels pointing toward the ceiling as our chests meet. My lips hover less than an inch from hers, and her eyes drop to look at them for one moment before she closes the distance, sealing them with a searing kiss.
I swallow her cry of pleasure as I crush her clit between us, grinding against her as I flood her channel with hot cum. Then her pussy ripples along my length, urging me deeper inside her as she falls apart around me. Our frantic breaths clash in the narrow space between us, but I refuse to break our kiss, and I groan as my release mingles with hers until it’s trickling out around the base of my cock.
I don’t know what it is about Tatiana. From the moment I met her, she has captivated me, enslaved me to her beauty and intelligence. But being with her is so much better. Feeling her body and knowing that my name is the only one she’ll ever scream again—I’ll never get enough of it. She intoxicates me. I’m entirely addicted to her, a slave to her pleasure.
I wasn’t lying when I told Killian I would never hurt her.
I couldn’t dream of it, now more than ever.
All I want is to worship her. I’ve already made a name for myself, an empire. I have more wealth and success than I could ever need or desire. And Tatiana’s the only one who fulfills me, who gives me a reason to live. I would give her anything she asked for. I would burn my legacy to the ground if she demanded it right here and now. Even the small glimmer of hope she’s given me has shifted my world on its axis. In Italy, I hoped we were becoming something more, but now, I’m starting to believe we just might have a chance. That she won’t always see me as the monster who killed her father and nothing else.
Breathing heavily together, I pull back just enough to look into her captivating crystal-blue eyes. They’re still glazed with lust, her full lips parted as her breasts heave against my chest. She looks so damn beautiful all flushed and frazzled in the aftermath of sex. I love seeing her lack of composure, knowing that I’m the one who made her lose herself in the moment.
When I lean in to brush my lips against hers, she doesn’t pull back, and as I slowly ease out of her, the softest whimper of disappointment rushes from her before she bites it off.
“I knew I came home early for a reason,” I murmur playfully, lowering her legs to the counter.
“And why’s that?” she asks breathlessly, sitting up.
“So we could get a head start on how many times I can make you come tonight.”
I smirk as she traps her lips between her teeth, her blue eyes growing round with anticipation. Running the pad of my thumb across her lips, I make her release the full lower one so I can kiss it. Then I straighten to tuck my cock back in my pants.
Tatiana slides off the counter, closing her dress’s two buttons then bends to reach for her panties and strapless bra. I step in her path, trapping the thin lace beneath the toe of my shoe, and my cock twitches, eager to start again as she looks up at me through her thick lashes.
“Do you need panties for the rest of your plans today?” I tease.
Color infuses her cheeks, and Tatiana straightens. “I suppose not.”
“Good.” Catching her jaw with my fingers, I tilt her chin up to steal another kiss.
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TATIANA
