Page 21 of Wanted By a King

I don’t need to think twice about doing this. I know how she likes it. And this time, she’s going to wake up begging me for my cock.

Moving to the end of the bed, I gently climb onto the mattress, shifting on my knees to get closer between her legs. She doesn’t even move with the dip of the bed, so I return my fingers to gently press on her clit and give a little rub.

Her bud is hot and swollen, still primed and ready for me. So I circle it some more, this time with my other hand, gently enticing the slickness to seep out of her, causing her lips to glisten.

When I pick up the pace, Zoe moans, her legs parting wider, and it’s like her body knows I’m here ready to sink into her, silently inviting me.

“You want me in here?” I whisper, gliding a finger through her folds and into her moist heat. She moans again, and I still, not wanting her to wake just yet.

I realize I’m edging her in her sleep. It’s fucking hot, and I know if she were awake, she’d be running her bratty mouth at me, cursing me out for the pleasurable torture.

When she stays quiet for a bit, I ease my finger from her and circle the slickness over her clit as I carefully pump my engorged cock with my free hand.

The urge to press my tip to her scalding heat is almost too overwhelming and I have to hold myself back from surging inside her.

Normally I would. But I’m a stubborn fucker, and I’ll make sure she’s asking, no, begging for it before I give it to her, no matter how fucking tempting it is to give in.

Eager to get her to the point that she’ll be asking me for everything she’s too ashamed to admit to normally liking, I ease three fingers inside her slick heat, curling them up as I work my thumb over her clit, the needy bud flushed red with how aroused she is.

A breathy whimper falls from her parted lips, and she rolls her head on her pillow as her hips do a slight roll, reacting to the pressure I’m putting on her g-spot.

“Fuck yes, Princess. Do you like that?” I whisper, sure she’s still asleep, as I move my fingers faster.

Fuuuck.

The sensitive glands inside her are swelling, her cunt slippery with how turned on she is, coating my three fingers. It feels… fucking incredible.

Zoe Miller was definitely made for me. She’s mine. All fucking mine to devour and pleasure and worship and fucking destroy in the best way.

My need grows tenfold, and I know Zoe is about to wake up from the pick up of my pace both on her clit and the way my fingers stretch her cunt. Her moan is louder this time, and she turns her head from side to side a couple of times and I know she is rousing.

The moment her lids fly open and her bright blue eyes meet mine, I release my dick and wrap my hand around her throat ignoring the pain from my shoulder, before giving it a squeeze.

“Good morning, Princess.” I rasp, grinning at her as I add some gentle thrusting to my hand, watching how her cheeks deepen with color while her eyes go wide.

A gasp escapes her and panic flashes in her eyes and I realize it’s because of the way I’m squeezing her neck.

“Shhh.” I lean in closer. “Just relax, Princess. I’m not going to hurt you.” I work my fingers harder as my grip on her neck squeezes tighter. “This is just a bit of erotic asphyxiation. There’s nothing to be scared of.” I grin, watching how she slowly relaxes under me, trusting my words.

“That’s it. Good girl.” I press in even closer, my cock jutting between her ass cheeks as I finger fuck her. “Now, make sure you pinch me if you need me to stop, but I’ll be careful. You’ll notice I’m not actually choking you. My hand isn’t pressing on your throat, is it?”

She gives her head a small shake, and I nod.

“My fingers are what really matters.” I continue, watching her eyes for any signs of panic. “I’m applying pressure to your carotid artery which is limiting the blood flow to your brain.” I curl my fingers, moving them faster feeling her slickness increase. “Can you feel it, Princess? The light-headedness? The sense of euphoria as it builds?”

She nods slightly, a moan leaving her lips as her hips start to join the thrust of my hand.

Her lids flutter closed, and I ease up on her neck. “Eyes on me, Princess.” I demand, and her heavy lids blink to reveal her lust drunk eyes.

“Next time,” I grunt, as I release her throat and turn my focus to her clit, “you won’t wake up to my fingers inside you. It will be my cock and I’m going to go so slowly that you come in your sleep and wake to my cum dripping out of you.”

The rise of her hips is sudden, and I know by the way her muscles coil that she’s about to come, so I stop and ease my fingers from her, reveling in her devastated whimper.

“Ask for it, Princess.”

Her face falls, and her glassy eyes quickly turn to anger as she grabs my wrist and tries to force it back to her entrance.

“You piece of shit. Finish what you fucking started!”

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