Page 82 of Wanted By a King

Gunner brushes past me as I stand in the doorway of church, his shoulders tense as he storms through the clubhouse and out the doors. I guess it doesn’t feel good to be excluded. I can understand that. Especially since there have been many times that I’ve felt left out with the hushed chats he has with Zoe, and won’t fucking tell me what they are about.

Nevertheless, next time, when we make a plan, I’ll be sure to include Gunner. I don’t want to alienate him.

Female giggles float across the room to me, and I see the Cruz Cunts looking at a laptop screen with interest. I stride toward them, Zoe in my sights, and when I realize that they are watching footage of Alana and Sasha in a frenzied scissor fuck, I smirk and shake my head. These chicks are going to be richer than any of us lowlife fuckers in no time.

“Princess.” I rasp, gaining Zoe’s attention from the screen, and she blushes as she realizes I’ve been watching her watch her friends fuck. I close the distance, moving up behind her and wrapping my arms around her front, pressing my lips to her ear. “Are you wet right now?”

When she shakes her head, I nip her ear, and ask again, extra quietly so only she can hear. “Princess. Don’t lie to me. Are you wet right now?”

Slowly she nods, and I growl in her ear as I press my hard cock against her rear.

“You sexy little voyeur. Come with me. I’ll make you feel better.”

She doesn’t even try to protest, a small whimper escaping her as she lets me lead her from the room and up to my apartment.

The moment I close us in, I spin her and push her hard against the door, pressing her face into the timber as I cup her mound and she grinds against my palm.

“Fuck, Princess. I need to fuck you right now.” I growl, my other hand palming her tit, and I graze my teeth down the column of her neck as she nods.

“Yes. Fuck me. Please.”

We are both fucking ready. Me, because every time I think about her, I get hard, and the small win today has put me in a good fucking mood. And her, because she was watching her friends go at it on the video.

Not able to wait, I tug her from the door, shoving her roughly toward the couch where she stumbles, and before she can right herself, I press between her shoulder blades, bending her over the back of the couch until her ass is up in the air and her face is practically resting on the cushions where we normally sit our asses.

In a matter of seconds, I have her dress flung up to reveal her panties, and I tear the fuckers off because quite frankly, they offend me being there.

“Gray!” she cries when she feels the fabric tear, but I’m too busy looking at her fine ass, my hands gliding over the globes before I pull one back and slap her hard.

Again she cries out, but the dirty little minx wiggles her ass desperate for more, and I wish like hell I’d already prepped her tight puckered rose to take my dick. I’ll get straight on that as soon as I fuck her.

“Fuck, Princess. The things I want to do to you,” I hiss, freeing my cock from my pants and lining it up at her glistening entrance.

“Yes. Tell me what you want to do,” she begs, her voice muffled from being pressed into the couch cushions.

In one swift thrust, I surge inside her tight heat, and she moans, spreading her legs wider, letting me sink to the hilt.

“I want to stretch this,” I tell her, pressing my thumb to her winking hole and starting to slowly push in. “Will you let me stretch it so wide that you can take my cock in there?”

“Yes.” She pants as I slowly drag my cock out and surge back in.

“How much do you think you can take in there?” I ask, picking up my pace with my cock in her cunt and my thumb in her ass.

“I-I don’t know.” She admits, and I chuckle.

“What about this greedy cunt?” I thrust in hard this time, “Do you think you can take more than my dick?”

“I-I don’t know,” she says again, so I position my free hand under my thrusting cock, pressing my fingers to her heat and slowly, sink two in.

“Ohmygod.” She rambles, even as she pushes back against me, and I fucking grin.

Yeah, my girl loves the stretch. She wants to be filled to the brink. And fuck, I want to give her exactly what she wants.

“Can you take another finger, Princess?” I ask, still thrusting my dick as I ease a third finger inside.

A strangled cry escapes her, and with the way I have her face first over the back of the couch, her ass in the air, my dick thrusting deep, hitting her fucking womb, my thumb in her ass, pressing against the feel of my cock, and three fingers hooked inside her, curling into her g-spot, I know she’s about to come.

Which is fucking good, because so am I.

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