Page 17 of His Queen

My heart is beating impossibly fast, my sex throbbing and body ignited. Blood pounds through my veins, filling my breasts and hardening my nipples. I love the way he dominates me, commands me, then fucks me like I’m his perfect little sex slave.

As he takes a step back, his gaze glued to my every move, I ease down, wrapping my palm around the toy, guiding it inside me until I’m fully seated, tightening my calves to keep my balance. I’m so wet, it slid right in, my body offering no resistance, welcoming the pressure between my thighs.

Nicoli’s lips part, his eyes hooded and dark with desire as we exchange an intimate connection while he watches the toy slide right into me. I get high every time he looks at me that way. Like the tether of his control is on the verge of snapping, and when it does, he’ll devour me until he’s had his fill…which is never.

“Move,” he demands simply and starts at the top button of the shirt, popping them open one by one. “Fuck yourself, baby. Show me how you do that.”

I rock my hips and feel it move inside me, the tip teasing along my core. I spread my legs just a little wider for him, and his eyes drop to where the toy slides into me like an invitation. I’m hyperaware of how it fills me, stretching me while I watch my husband undress, his eyes filled with promises of undiluted pleasure. Using my waist, I control the ball’s movement beneath me, gently rocking it from front to back. The added focus of keeping my balance, my core tight and posture straight, intensifies everything I feel, and I can’t stop myself from moving more.

“Pace yourself, Hummingbird,” Nicoli warns, unbuckling his belt. “You’re not allowed to come on that thing. Understood?”

I bite my bottom lip, palming my breast as I breathe a quick sigh. “What if I really, really want to come?”

His hard cock springs free as he drops his pants, the vein on his shaft thick and the tip glistening with precum, and I gulp as lust zaps up my body like lightning. He takes his length in his hand, giving it a few slow, rhythmic strokes, and I suck in a breath, watching his balls move against his ripped thighs while he moves toward me.

He stops in front of me, his hard cock inches from my face, and every instinct in me is screaming to take it into my mouth, feel the velvet-soft head against my tongue, the thick veins beating inside the shaft. I want to suck it until he growls with pleasure.

I lick the corner of my lips, and he smirks. “You want a taste, baby girl?”

I hum my reply, sucking air through my teeth as he gently guides the tip of his dick along my bottom lip. His familiar scent intoxicates my senses, the smell of sex clinging to his hard length as he continues to brush the velvet tip all around my mouth in unhurried circles.

Nicoli reaches out, gently weaving his fingers through my hair at the back of my head. I already know what’s going to happen. I’m anticipating it. Needing it. Craving it.

I lift my gaze to find his pinned on me, blue irises swimming with liquid heat, every inch of his face painted with lust. The sight skyrockets my own desire. It’s like fuel on a raging fire that threatens to burn me to ash.

“Don’t move,” he murmurs, and I lick my lips as I ready myself for his taste. His body heat radiates into me, and I press my breasts against him, feeling the slickness of his sweat. With his hand in my hair, he guides me forward, slipping his cock into the wetness of my mouth, unhurried and controlled. I mirror his rhythm, slowly lapping my tongue around the tip, licking and loving the taste of his precum.

He groans, “Fuck, baby,” and a moan echoes out of me, loving the sound of desire in his thick voice.

“Hmmm,” he moans as I suck his cock gently, tracing my tongue along his length. Every inch of him is a map for my warm, wet tongue to explore. He leans his head back, the veins in his neck bulging as he strains to fuck my mouth deeper, his chest hard and abs roped with strength and chiseled beauty.

As his taste tingles on my tongue, I watch the effect I have on him. His body is rigid with pleasure, and it intensifies my desire. Unable to resist, I suck harder and rock my waist back and forth. The toy inside me moves with each motion, the ball bouncing to the rhythm. Every part of me thrums with pleasure, every nerve alive with sensation.

Abruptly, he tightens his hold on my hair and pulls his cock from my mouth. “I told you to keep still.”

“It’s a bit tricky to do that right now.” I shift forward, trying to take his cock back into my mouth, but he pulls away, folding his fingers around the base of his dick.

“Disobey me again, and I’ll come all over myself without giving you a single fucking drop.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You wouldn’t.”

“You want to test me right now, Hummingbird?”

No. Definitely not.

I shake my head.

“Good. Now, keep still. You only move when I make you.”

This time I nod, and with a swift thrust, his cock is in my mouth again, and desire flares inside me like it’s the Fourth of July.

“Eyes on me, Hummingbird,” he demands, and I lift my gaze while sucking him, desperately trying to keep myself from moving.

But this time, he doesn’t go slow. Instead, his thrusts go deeper into the back of my throat, his hand gripping my hair, controlling me. Harder, faster, he pumps into my mouth, and as he forces me to take him deeper by pushing my head forward, it causes the ball to move beneath me. It’s exquisite, feeling the toy inside me while I have a cock in my mouth. It reminds me of the night we spent with Rome, Nicoli fucking me while I sucked Rome’s dick. It was so fucking good how they consumed me when they both fucked me. I’ve never experienced anything like it, the fullness, the exquisite stretch, feeling both their cocks slip in and out of me. God, I want to feel that again.

Nicoli places his fingers beneath my chin, lifting my face, his cock slipping out of my mouth. “Where are you, Hummingbird?”

I lick at the spit in the corners of my mouth. “Here. I’m here.”

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