Page 33 of Brutal Queen

I squeeze harder against his throat, and he closes his eyes in response before tipping his head back. I swear I can feel hisdick twitching beneath me in response to the change in pressure I apply.

“I think you have a thing for hand necklaces,mio re,” I tease.

He doesn’t open his eyes, breathing deep like he’s savouring the pressure of my grip. “Every time I feel your hand around my throat I feel like I’m yours.”

“Youaremine,” I say, leveraging my hold to push him back so he’s flat on his back beneath me again. “Every. Last. Inch of you.” I punctuate each word by grinding my clit against the ridge of his dick. His sweats are doing nothing to minimise his hard-on. It’s practically begging to be ridden, and ridden hard.

“You were being such a little tease in your sleep. Rubbing against me, getting yourself off and leaving me wanting,” I say.

“You have my permission to use me any way you see fit,mia guerrierotta.Whether I’m awake or not.I’d never deny you what’s yours.”

I let out an honest-to-God whimper at the idea of sliding him inside me while he sleeps. I’m going to need to unpack that kink later, because right now I need to feel him. My clit is throbbing, and it protests when I stop grinding against him and shimmy back down his long legs. I grab his waistband on the way and pull off his sweats so I can take him in, in all his naked glory.

I’m not going to lie, I’m spoiled by my men and their…impressiveappendages. And I never tire of watching how hard I make them. Of how my touch, tongue, and cunt make them throb and pulse and erupt for me.

Enzo lifts his head off the pillow to watch me and his cock bobs every time he tenses his stomach. The tip glistens with pre-cum, which falls in fat drops onto his lower abdomen.

“Don’t you dare move,” I purr. “You’re mine to play with now.” We lock gazes and I bask in his submission as he silentlynods in reply. Relinquishing all that he is to me and quenching a thirst that I didn’t know I had.

I feverishly pull at my clothes, eager to feel his skin against mine. There’s nothing sexy about the way I clamber back onto the bed and when I’m level with his cock, I run the flat of my tongue from root to tip, swirling it around the crown and savouring the taste as I lick him clean. I take the bulbous head into my mouth and hollow my cheeks, sucking just hard enough to have him call out my name in a low, lustful baritone.

I rub my thighs together to try and ease the ache between them, but it does nothing other than highlight how wet I am and how empty I feel. Nothing but his cock inside me will satisfy me now.

Unable to deny myself any longer, with no preamble or tease, I reach for his length and impale myself in one swift motion. He’s so much to take in this position, but I don’t fucking care.

“Holy fuck, yes. God, yes,” he mutters as I start to ride him at a dizzying pace. He bends his legs behind me, which adjusts the angle and gives him the freedom to thrust in time with the movements of my hips. It tips me forward, forcing me onto my hands, so I can push back on him, fucking myself hard in time with the ever-increasing pounding into my pussy.

His girth forces my pussy into an exquisite stretch that draws me to the brink of orgasm, while his cock makes my walls clench every time it fills me to the hilt. We’re little more than instinct at this point, unable to speak in anything other than garbled pleas for more or cries of ecstasy.

“I’m going to come. Fuck yes, Aurora,” Enzo roars before seizing my left hand, bringing it to his throat, and holding it firmly to his pulse points. “Forever fucking yours, Don Bianchi.”

His words hit me like a tsunami, causing my orgasm tocascade through me in relentless waves that flood my core. I tighten my grip as he closes his eyes, surrendering himself to my control. The feeling of power heightens my pleasure forcing my orgasm to crest. I come hard and he draws it out with each brutal thrust, fucking me through it as he fills me with his release.

I ease off his neck and he takes my wrist. “Well, you definitely unlocked a new kink,” I say with a giggle, collapsing to his side and snuggling into him.

“I don’t know what it is, but it’s like it switches off my brain. Stops my thoughts from running rampant through my head,” he rambles in a drowsy cadence. That’s when I recognise that he’s slipped into a headspace I know well.

“Stay here, baby. I’ll be right back,” I say.

I drag myself up, not wanting to leave the comfort of his arms, but I know I have to. I pull the blankets back up over him before grabbing one of his t-shirts from his dresser drawer and throwing it on hastily. I dash down to the kitchen retrieving some water and any random snack I can find before I’m taking the stairs two at a time.

Placing the supplies on the bedside table, I head into the en suite. After tending to myself, I pick up a fresh washcloth and return to Zo. He looks like a sleepy kitten, admittedly a six-foot bear-like kitten, but still somehow a kitten.

I uncap the water bottle and nudge his arm with it. I’m new to administering this aftercare malarky, but I know when I fall into this headspace, I always need water, and Sin always brings it to me. Unless I’ve slipped into an orgasm-induced coma—which has happened.

He takes it from me, and while he gulps it down, I watch his Adam’s apple bounce and the taut muscle of his jaw flex as he swallows. That’s not something I’ve found sexy before, but my desire to be that bottle of water proves otherwise.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to shower and redress your wounds,” I say as I run the washcloth along the ridges and valleys of his chest, almost sad to be wiping the sweat from his skin, but then I can’t help but smile when he jolts as I move the cloth lower.

“The fuck are you doing, woman?” he yelps, with his eyebrows halfway to his hairline as I move the cloth along his still semi-hard cock, watching it twitch at the unexpected contact. It’s like his dick isn’t sure if this should turn it on or not.

“Looking after you. Drink your water, then doze and quit complaining,” I demand.

“Only if you come back to bed.”

“Deal.”

I nip back into the bathroom and toss the cloth in the hamper before hurrying back to him and jumping under the covers.

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