Page 24 of Vendetta

The thought comes into my head and while it turns me on it annoys me too because I don’t see her as that. She’s not just a thing to be fucked. She’s mine. My woman. And I‘ll treat her right, starting with her cuming here, on my balcony for every one of my staff to witness.

She lets out a loud moan. A cry of pure ecstasy and I latch onto it.

“The louder you scream the more people will know.” I growl into her ear as she pushes back, pushes my fingers into her harder and harder. I can feel her muscles tensing. I can feel her body right on the point of release.

My queen, my wanton angel is about to fall and I am the devil bringing her down.

She shudders, hot liquid leaks out, down my wrist, down my arm. She’s so messy when she cums. That’s how I know she will squirt properly.

And then she’s screaming, singing, crying out as loud as her lungs will let her. My men look then. Everyone looks and I pull her head higher for them to see. I want them to know too. I want them all to see my queen and what she does to me. I want them to witness her triumph right here, on this balcony in front of the whole god damn city.

As she hangs panting over the glass, I go on my knees and lick her clean. She quivers under the feel of my tongue on her flushed lips and her legs jerk a little.

I keep my hands on her ass though, enjoying the feel of her curves as I hold her in place for me. I don’t know if my men are watching now. I don’t really care.

This is about her. My woman. About sating her needs. At least, sating them enough for now.

“Is that what you wanted?” I ask.

She moans in response. Yeah, it was.

I let her slide down the glass and catch her body as she drops to the decking.

My hands instinctively find her breasts and I play with her nipples as she leans back, letting me expose her more.

“You’re my little slut aren’t you?” I say as I feel them harden for me.

“Yes.” She says.

I kiss the side of her head, the side without the scar. “My queen too.” I say.

“Does that make you the king?” She gasps.

“Your king.” I agree.

She moans again and her hand reaches behind to grab my dick. “Will you let your queen service you then?” She says.

Now how can I refuse an offer like that?

Her

His dick has been calling out, from the minute we were in the kitchen I could feel how much he needed his balls to empty. How much he wanted me to empty them. And then Preston came and he got distracted.

And then he got more distracted with how I was presenting myself, hoping he might take the bait and finally fuck me.

But now it’s my turn. My opportunity to show him that I want his cock just as much as I did the first time, hell I want it more now. Now that I’ve cum twice for him, I want him more than is reasonable, more than is sane.

My hand is rubbing against him through the fabric. His cock is just so big it’s hard to even get a grip. Maybe it’s a good thing he’s taking his time because he seems more than a little obsessed with my body and if he wanted to just fuck me all the time he could do some serious damage to my insides.

I twist around. I want to see him, to see the look on his face as I pleasure him.

He takes the opportunity to move too and suddenly he’s on his feet, pulling me up and he carries me to where a table is and lays me out flat. I frown confused because this is meant to be about him, his release.

And then he moves to where my head is and yanks his throbbing, veiny, divine cock out.

I grin licking my lips as I realise what he wants. He wants me to suck him off again. From this angle though there will be no holding back and I can see from his face that’s what he intends.

I glance around. Are his men still watching? God I hope so. I want them to see. I want Preston and that Blaine guy to see to as I take Nico’s cock in my throat.

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