Page 34 of Vendetta

“Then fill it whenever you want.” I say biting my lip.

He laughs, leading me over to where the food was hastily left along with a magnum of champagne chilling in an ice-bucket.

I pull it out looking at him almost questioningly. “What are we celebrating?” I ask.

“Me finally fucking you.” He replies.

“You say that like I’ve been the one putting you off.” I state.

He raises an eyebrow before sitting down and tucking in. I take the hint to shut up and join him.

Him

Irun her a bath. It seems like the gentlemanly thing to do. Though in truth all I really want to do is fuck her again.

But she needs to wash. We both need to wash.

She’s still got blood on her. And I can smell my cum between her thighs. She lets me lead her up the stairs and there’s the hint of a grin on her face. She slides my jacket from her shoulders as I sit on the stool admiring her.

She steps into the shower first, washing off the blood and the dirt and then she makes a play of massaging her breasts with the shower gel.

My mouth waters as she does it. She squeezes her nipples, rolls them between her thumbs. She doesn’t even have to try to be sexual, she just is. Every cell in her body oozes with it.

I strip my clothes off when I can’t take any more but she slips past me grinning before sliding into the bath. Now she’s playing coy, I think, now she’s goading me into action.

I get in the bath after her, me at one end and her at the other. As I hand her the bottle of champagne she grins. There’s a glass waiting but she ignores it choosing to drink straight from the bottle and I watch with envy as a little trickles down her chin.

She passes it to me and I take a swig. But my eyes are on her, my attention is on her.

She smirks because she knows it.

I reach out and pull her right foot to me, slowly working my thumbs into the sole. She groans throwing her head back but she opens her legs as she does it, giving me the perfect view of her cunt through the water.

I reach for her left foot and as I work away the tension she uses her right to rub my cock. She’s fixing me with a look too. She’s ready, she’s hungry. My angel needs to be fed again.

I thrust my hips forward letting her play with me for a bit as I grow harder and harder.

She drops a hand and starts touching herself as she does it and I watch entranced. The faces she’s making, the way her mouth opens into an ‘o’ as she teases herself makes me want to film this and play it over and over.

Suddenly she’s laying now with her legs spread, one over one edge and one over the other. Her knees are bent, her body is angled in a way that’s begging me to fuck her. I push off from the side and she moves her other hand to grope her breasts. Fuck my woman knows exactly how to get what she wants. And right now we both know she wants me. My touch. My body. My cock in her.

“You’re a demanding little thing aren’t you?” I murmur.

She nods, thrusting her hips, rubbing against herself. The water laps around her cunt because I didn’t have the patience to wait for the bath to fill completely.

“You called me a queen.” She says. “Your queen.”

I tilt my head waiting for whatever she’s going to say next.

“And your queen needs your cock right now.” She purrs.

Yeah she does. I grab her thighs, pinning her legs back further and slide into her. She lets out a low groan.

“Better your highness?” I say.

She nods. “This is where you belong now.” She states as if she can command me and she’s right. She can, she can tell me to do anything and I will. And second to that, her cunt is exactly where I belong, where I rule, where I master the world from.

She tries to move her hand away from her clit and I grab it.

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