Page 51 of Queen of Madness

I chuckle against her clit, making her jolt upright. “Yes, Your Majesty.”

My fingers dig into the soft flesh of her hip, my intentions to both leave my mark while also mixing a bit of pain with her pleasure. I continue exploring the different nerves she has hidden along her slit, dipping inside her sweet cunt every now and again as I do. She can hide behind her soft moans, but she clenches hard when I hit spots she really likes.

I keep my efforts there, sweat beading along my brow as I work her into an orgasm. But just as she begins to flutter around me, she shifts, lifting and turning before I realize what’s happening.

Her ass is in my face now, her tight little puckered hole tempting me while she settles back near my mouth. We both move in unison, her grabbing my cock from the confines of my boxers while I sink two fingers inside her. Her muscles squeeze around my invasion, her slickness guiding them in deeper.

One of her hands grip into my thigh, the sharp burn of her nails coercing a deep hiss from behind my clenched teeth, while the other wraps around my length.

Fuck, I would give anything to see her delicate hand, but I must admit, my current view is better. I begin to pump my fingers into her, curling them as the sound of her wetness and moans play like a melody around us.

She releases me and threads her fingers between mine, sweeping through her folds before grabbing hold of me again. She uses herself as a lube, squeezing around my cock from base to head. “That’s better.”

I groan, jutting my hips up at the feel of her small hand around me. My dick throbs, the thought of how her cunt may feel invading my every sense.

“Oh, Kane. Don’t tell me you’re about to come. I’ve only just started.”

The snark in her voice doesn’t go unnoticed, nor does the ringing pop of my slap on her ass. She jumps, yelping her moan, forcing my fingers to slide out as she leans forward.

I wrap one arm around her waist and yank her back so I can rub my hand over the red print. “Don’t insult me. You’re the one who had to change positions to buy yourself more time.”

“If you ever—”

Another slap, followed by a louder scream. She jerks against my hold but doesn’t get very far before I wrench her back, her clit now an inch away from my mouth. “I plan to do far worse things to you than slap your ass. And when I do, you’ll beg me for more. Like now. You’re fucking dripping down my chin.”

I don’t wait for a response and instead mimic her, swiping my thumb inside her cunt before pushing it into her tight ring of muscle.

“Kane.” My name is nothing more than a breathy moan, but before I can claim victory, her warm mouth seals around my cock.

Fuckkkkk.

My eyes roll so far back it’s painful, while the immense pleasure and desire rushing through me threatens to make me come. A guttural groan rumbles my chest as we both continue the assault on each other.

It’s a game of who will break first. Who will take the other and control the entire dynamic? It’s seeing who will succumb and who will rule.

It’s a game I intend to win.

I increase my efforts, fucking her ass harder with my thumb as my tongue lashes at her clit. She mewls, her body starting to move greedily for more, while at the same time taking me deeper down her throat.

Onyx moans around me, the farther she takes me, the more she presses into my face.

It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve experienced in my life, and just the notion of someone so fucking powerful sucking the life from my dick has me about to explode into her mouth.

Fuck, I want to so goddamn bad.

But I refuse to let her win. My licks become longer, and her sucks become harder, both of us on the brink until finally I feel her shaking. She’s so close she’s losing focus, losing a grip on me.

“You’re clenching me so fucking tight...” I release her thigh and snake up her back, my fingers finding the tips of her ponytail. I wait until I’m able to get a good grip and then yank so forcefully, my cock pops out of her warm mouth. “Enough with the games. Come for me.Now.”

And she does. Goddamn, she fucking does.

Her back folds, the cries of her release permeating the air and soaking into the wall until its sounds are all I’ll ever hear when I walk in the room.

I release her hair, hooking my arm around her waist and holding her up while slowing to long, languid strokes, drawing out her orgasm. She shudders through it, our breathing matching in unison as we pant for air.

My cock throbs next to her hand, the blood rushing painfully to the spot that’s been suddenly deprived of attention. It was worth it, though. I won.

She seems to realize it too as she rotates her frame and rests back on her knees while still straddled on top of me. Her face is slightly flushed, her tan lips swollen and wet. A bead of sweat rolls down her neck and disappears between her breasts, still somehow covered by the small robe.

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