Page 4 of His Queen

Fuck, I need something. I need his fingers, his palm, his mouth, his cock. Anything. “Nicoli.” His name escapes my lips as pleasure slowly builds within me and intensifies. It’s like I can feel every thread, every silk fiber used to weave the velvet, against my sensitive folds.

“That’s it, Hummingbird. Let go. Give in to it.”

The sound of his zipper has me straightening my neck, the thought of him wrapping his palm around his hard cock spreading goosebumps up my spine.

“Imagine I’m inside you,” he murmurs. “My cock stretching you.”

“Oh, God.” My body responds as if he already is, and I moan out his name again. One final thrust of my hips against the pillow sends me over that threshold, my trembling body unable to hold back any longer.

“Good girl,” Nicoli says gruffly, and that’s all it takes.

I let out a long, drawn-out moan as the orgasm rolls through me, my hips stuttering and pushing against the cushion in search of more of that sharp pleasure.

Abruptly, the blindfold is yanked off, and Nicoli’s fist is in my hair right before he sinks his cock into my mouth.

I stare up at his face, all hard lines and sharp edges, as I take him all in, my lips wrapping around his hardness and my cheeks hollowing with the deep sucks. Nicoli is fucking beautiful, especially when he’s possessed with desire. Desire for me.

The groans that rumble from his throat are liquid lust that ignite my core with renewed desire. It’s like my body has already forgotten the orgasm I had three seconds ago.

“You said you wanted my cock. You didn’t say where.” His thrusting hips grow faster, more erratic, and I eagerly gulp down every inch of him as he pushes all the way back to my throat. My eyes start to water, my saliva pooling around his dick that slides along my tongue. It drives me wild—the knowledge that his pleasure is my doing.

His grip in my hair tightens, and he hisses as he fucks my mouth. “Don’t swallow my cum,” he demands, and I’m still wondering how the fuck I’m supposed to do that when his guttural moans reach a new pitch, his cum exploding on my tongue.

A second later, he pulls out his cock and slips his fingers through my tight lips that are trying to keep his cum from spilling out. “Give it to me,” he orders, crouched in front of me, and I open my mouth, his jizz coating his palm. “I want it inside you,” he murmurs before palming my pussy, rubbing his warm cum on me before sinking two fingers inside. My mouth opens with a gasp, my muscles clenching around his digits as I tremble with pleasure. “Your cunt is mine,” he growls before pressing his thumb against my clit, making me cry out in bliss. “I want my cum to mark you from the inside.”

Jesus. “Nicoli.” I’m panting again, writhing with a desire that has my body tied in knots.

His fingers fuck me slower now, deeper and more possessive than ever before, causing my head to roll back.

“Eyes on me, baby girl,” he demands, and my gaze meets his. Flames burn brightly behind those iced irises, and all I want is to be engulfed by them. His thumb presses down on my clit, and my body erupts. My eyes are open, fixed on his, but all I see are fucking stars as I come around his fingers that continue to slip in and out of me.

“God, you’re beautiful when you come.” He kisses me, then takes his fingers out and licks them clean, the sight causing me to shudder. “My cum tastes sweet in your pussy,” he says as I watch him while trying to catch my breath.

Our gazes are locked, the world around us gone. It’s just us in the midst of a moment that feels like an eternity. Our eternity.

“I love you,” he rasps, the softness in his gaze reflecting those three words that have become my world. I’m still breathing rapidly when he places his palm on my stomach. “I want you pregnant, Hummingbird.”

And as if he just pulled the Earth from under my feet, I stumble through what he just said. “What?”

He grins a little, his thumb tracing circles over my skin. “There are no words to describe how badly I need to own you, Mira. All of you.”

“You can’t own me, Nicoli. You can only love me.”

“To me, it’s the same thing. Owning you. Loving you.”

I search his expression, opening and closing my hands as I lightly tug against the restraints. “I’m yours,” I assure him, and he leans his forehead against mine.

“Then why does this all feel so…temporary?”

“Because you’ve never allowed yourself to be happy. And now that you are, you’re afraid you’ll wake up one morning, and it’ll be gone.”

“How do you know?”

I brush my nose gently against his. “Because I feel it, too. That fear of it all disappearing.”

He dips his head and kisses me softly, the hunger we just experienced gone and replaced with a desperation that resonates from our exposed souls. Our love is intense. It’s all-consuming. It’s like a heartbeat, and if it stops, we’ll both die.

“I want you pregnant, Mira,” he whispers against my lips. “Give me the only thing in this world that’s both you and me. Us.” He clutches my cheeks in his palms, moving his lips to my ear and whispers, “Please,” before unhooking the restraints around my wrists.

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