Page 118 of Claimed By a King

I don’t fist my cock as tight this time, not ready to edge myself too far as I wonder what Zoe would do if she found me like this.

Would she scream, and grab that knife she keeps nearby, lunging to stab me?

Would she cry bloody murder, and retreat into herself, too traumatized by the idea of any sort of sexual act?

Or would she be curious? Maybe want to watch? Maybe want to fuck me?

No.

She’s not there yet.

Disappointment swarms me. Not because she doesn’t want me like that, but because I miss the girl that challenged me. Who matched my passion. Who fed my cravings.

I let go of my cock, wishing it would deflate already, no longer in the mood to chase this high.

“Don’t stop.”

The faint words meet me through the dark room, and my eyes lock on Zoe as she slowly sits up.

“Princess, I—”

“Keep going. Please.”

There’s a beg in her tone that I can’t deny, and my hand finds my throbbing dick, resuming.

“You want to watch me, Princess?” I ask, feeling heat travel through my veins at having her eyes on me.

“Yes.”

“Turn the lamp on.” I urge, slowly sliding my hand up and down my length.

Doing as I asked, Zoe leans over to the bedside table and flicks the lamp on, illuminating the space we share.

As she leans back against the headboard, I take in her flushed cheeks and her plump lips as they part, her blue eyes darting from my face, to my cock.

“It feels so good,” I tell her, gripping my dick tighter.

“It does?” she asks, eyeing the tip of my dick where pre-cum beads.

“It really does,” I rasp, going a little faster and thrusting my hips.

Zoe shifts on the bed, squeezing her legs together. A whimper escapes her again, and she bites her lip as she squirms.

“Do you like my cock, Princess?” I stop thrusting and use my thumb to swirl the pre-cum over my straining tip, gliding it over the rim. “I imagine you when I do this. Touching me. Licking me.” I lean over and spit on my cock, rubbing my saliva over it and start pumping again, loving the wet sound it makes. “I imagine sinking it inside your tight cunt, just the way youlike.”

She whimpers again, her hand moving to press between her legs, but then she darts her hand away.

“It’s okay to touch yourself if it makes you feel good, Zo.” I start pumping faster. “This feels so fucking good.”

Her chest rises and falls quickly as she watches, her lips still parted, her tongue darting out every now and then before she bites her lip.

“What’s in your other hand?” she asks, gesturing her head to me, and a slow grin spreads my lips wide.

“These.” I hold up her panties, letting them dangle from my finger. “I like to smell your cunt while I jerk off.” I press the fabric to my nose and inhale deeply again. “Fucking delectable.” I moan and thrust harder, knowing I won’t edge myself this time. With her eyes on me, I want to crash over the edge.

The moment she parts her legs a little and slides her hand between them again, I fucking nearly lose my load, but I force it back, wanting to help her get over the line.

“You know what else I like to do with your panties?” I ask her, and she shakes her head, a frown creasing her brow. “I like to lick the crotch, and suck what you leave behind off the fabric.”

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