I didnât need to say anything to him. There are times where you donât need to say anything at all. Your actions do the talking. So I leaned forward, parting my lips and started with a soft kiss at the very tip of his cock. Tasting and feeling the unique, musky scent of his pheromones. They felt like heaven, on my senses. It drove me so crazy that I opened my mouth again and gave his thick shaft another big lick moaning like a hungry slut.
God, he tasted like sin. I felt him shudder. His hand came down to hold the back of my head, not pushing, just holding. Like I was a prize he just won. A delicious sweet, he canât let go of. Feeling my confidence back, I took more of him into my mouth, slowly, inch by inch even though it was so hard to fit. My jaw stretched deliciously, and I felt a small ache in my neck. I widened my cheeks, applying a gentle sucking motion and I began to move slowly. Up⌠and down. Up⌠and down. His low groan was the best thing Iâd ever heard. His fingers tangled in my hair, gripping lightly. âThatâs it, darling. Just like that.â I lost myself completely. In the way his cock felt on my tongue, the silky-soft skin sliding in and out of my mouth, In the way his hips started thrust into my face. I got faster, bobbing my head over and over, as I looked up at him desperate to see him enjoy it. Wanting him to praise me. His breathing became ragged.The world blurred around me and all I could sense and think about was the scent of his skin, the taste of him, the building pressure, the sounds of groans and moans. I didnât even notice that I was slowly losing control. He was no longer letting me lead. Him holding my head was the first step, his grip suddenly tightened on my hair and he began increasing the rhythm making my eyes water. He started face fucking me, like an animal and I loved it. I loved his control, I loved his power. âLook at me,â he growled. Tears started spilling from my eyes, my legs were shaking even as I knelt on the ground. I looked up, meeting his eyes and I knew deep in my bones that he was going to be the death of me. He looked feral, possessive, triumphant like an ancient god. âIâm gonna come,â he smiled. âAnd youâre gonna take every last drop. Arenât you?â Oh fuck~ I nodded frantically, my whole body feeling like I was going to cum too just by the pure fact that he looked at me. That was all it took. With a final, powerful thrust of his hips, he held my head firmly in place as he spilled himself into my mouth. I swallowed hard, taking everything he gave me, my own body trembling with desire. I pushed away from him, taking a deep breath about to stand up when I heard him whisper. âMy turn,â Before I knew it, he lifted me off the ground, wrapping my legs around his waist and pinning my back to a tree. I gasped out loud as I felt his cock push into me. âFuck, I bet youâd feel good wrapped around me like this,â he growled. It had been so long since a man touched me, so long since Iâd felt anything in my pussy but my own hands. But the thought of him fucking me made me want to go crazy. I wanted to enjoy this moment forever. I knew at that moment that there was nothing that was going to feel as good as this. I couldnât control myself. âDaddy,â I whispered, the word leaving my mouth before I could control myself. âSay that again.â He commanded. âDaddy,â I moaned out again looking into his beautiful eyes. âThatâs my good girl. Now tell me what you need.â His hands moved from my thighs to grip my ass, squeezing hard, pulling me even tighter against that delicious dick. âI need you to fuck me. Please. Right now.â His mouth crashed down on mine, shutting me up immediately and I kissed him back with everything I had, my fingers ran through his hair, holding on as he devoured me. His hands grabbed at my dress, ripping it off immediately and I shivered from the night cold. I watched as he looked down at my chest. My breasts were heavy and full and he looked at it like he was hungry. âLook at these perfect fucking tits,â he murmured, he used one hand to rub on my nipples causing me to gasp and shake as I begged him to ravage me until I canât take it anymore. The sensation was so electric, I cried out, my back arching off the tree. âSo sensitive. So fucking perfect for me to play with.â He lowered his head and his mouth closed over me, hot and wet. He didnât just suck, he sucked me dry. His tongue felt like heaven all over my breasts. I could feel the wetness soaking through my panties, a desperate ache building between my legs that only he could stop. He turned his attention to my other breast, giving it the same l treatment while his hand rubbed on the first, pinching and rolling the nipple between his fingers. âYou like that, baby girl? You like how Daddyâs mouth feels on your pretty tits?â âYes! God, yes, Daddy. Donât stop.â My words were a broken mess, I donât even know if I was saying actual words. He finally released my breast with a wet, popping sound, both of us breathing like weâd run a marathon. He lowered me just enough so my feet could touch the ground, but only for a second. His hands went to my thighs, his fingers sliding through my pussy folds. I gasped out loud like a hungry whore. âSo wet for me. So fucking ready.â He rubbed slow, torturous circles over my clit, his eyes locked on mine, watching me fall apart. âYouâre dripping, baby girl. Is all this for Daddy?â I could only nod, my body trembling on the edge of a orgasm. He slid one finger inside me, then two, a deep, stretching fullness that made me moan. He pumped them slowly, his thumb still working my clit. âI can feel how much you want this. How much you need my cock buried inside this perfect, tight little cunt.â He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. He brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact. âYou taste fucking divine.â I closed my eyes, trying hard not to crumble to my knees. âLook at me,â he ordered. I shivered meeting his dark, intense eyes. âThis is what you wanted, isnât it? You want Daddy to fuck you right here against this tree like youâre my dirty little secret?â âYes, Daddy. Please. Fuck me.âI didnât need to say anything to him. There are times where you donât need to say anything at all. Your actions do the talking. So I leaned forward, parting my lips and started with a soft kiss at the very tip of his cock. Tasting and feeling the unique, musky scent of his pheromones. They felt like heaven, on my senses. It drove me so crazy that I opened my mouth again and gave his thick shaft another big lick moaning like a hungry slut. God, he tasted like sin. I felt him shudder. His hand came down to hold the back of my head, not pushing, just holding. Like I was a prize he just won. A delicious sweet, he canât let go of.Feeling my confidence back, I took more of him into my mouth, slowly, inch by inch even though it was so hard to fit. My jaw stretched deliciously, and I felt a small ache in my neck. I widened my cheeks, applying a gentle sucking motion and I began to move slowly. Up⌠and down. Up⌠and down.His low groan was the best thing Iâd ever heard. His fingers tangled
My body froze, I couldnât even remember how to breathe, terrified that if I moved the wrong way, Iâd shatter into a thousand pieces right where I stood. He looked down at me, curving his lips, as if daring me to make the next move. In this game of love, war and secrets, he was winning. But I couldnât let that happen, I had to do something, something that would knock him off his high horse and spook him, something that would show him that I wasnât as simple as I appeared, something that would make him obsessed with me. At that moment, I decided I would do it. I had to.So I fucking did. I did the one thing he couldnât possibly expect.I kissed him.I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and before he could say a word, I pressed my lips to his. It was slow at first like I was hesitant and scared, totally out of my element and his body froze in surprise, even his eyes widened. For a moment, the world paused around us. Then I leaned in deeper, tilting my head to fit against him
My body froze, I couldnât even remember how to breathe, terrified that if I moved the wrong way, Iâd shatter into a thousand pieces right where I stood. He looked down at me, curving his lips, as if daring me to make the next move. In this game of love, war and secrets, he was winning. But I couldnât let that happen, I had to do something, something that would knock him off his high horse and spook him, something that would show him that I wasnât as simple as I appeared, something that would make him obsessed with me. At that moment, I decided I would do it. I had to.So I fucking did. I did the one thing he couldnât possibly expect.I kissed him.I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and before he could say a word, I pressed my lips to his. It was slow at first like I was hesitant and scared, totally out of my element and his body froze in surprise, even his eyes widened. For a moment, the world paused around us. Then I leaned in deeper, tilting my head to fit against him
He was smiling.Dear reader, it was himâŚthe man from the library. The one with the soul-snatching eyes. The man who fingered me like he didnât care whether I was the kingâs concubine or not. The one whose eyes reminded me so much of the kingâs. The beast who haunted my mind for days. And now, here he stood dressed in black, smiling down at me like a cat about to toy with a rat before eating it raw.My body turned to ice. My fingers gripped my dress as I struggled to even breathe, staring up at him in pure horror. And yet, in my panic, I said something very stupid.âYou called me a little bunny last time⌠now you call me a little kitten. Which one am I?âHe raised his eyebrow as he leaned in, one arm against the maze wall, caging me in.âThen, you looked like a little bunny. Curious. Fragile. Afraid of being caught. But tonightâŚâ His voice dropped, as he stripped me naked with his eyes. ââŚtonight youâre like a cat. Sneaky. Lurking where you shouldnât be.âHis eyes devoured me without a
It reached a point where Smite had no other choice but to turn and leave, her little crowd of gossipers leaving with her. I knew she was going to Concubine Naomiâs quarters. By morning, Naomi would know every detail of what had happened. That was fine. Iâd already made my move. Now it was their turn. This was chess, and Iâd forced them into the next play.With a sigh, I shut the library book Iâd been reading and leaned back, closing my eyes. The palace was very quiet and I couldnât really hear anything except the long howl in the distance occasionally. I should be resting because my nightmares have finally stopped. I was not waking up in cold sweats and struggling to breathe again, and the heat that made me suffer for weeks has also stopped. The only thing that bothered me was the memory of those eyesâŚthe eyes of the man in the library. Whenever I thought of him, my knees would involuntarily buckle and Iâd feel this weird feeling in my stomach. I was âalright,â but restless. Too rest
I sighed, watching Poppy reluctantly cover her plate of steaming pasta to answer the door. Meanwhile, I carried mine into the living room, sat comfortably on the couch, crossed my legs, and ate another bite. Then I looked up, ready to enjoy the show.Poppy opened the door the same way as before, not giving whoever was outside a chance to see what was going on inside. That was when I heard the voice of Head Maid Smite.âPoppy,â she said, trying hard to sound patient. âIt seems Grace must have⌠misunderstood you, so I came to clear up this little matter myself.â I could literally hear her shaking with anger and I smirked and chewed slowly, wanting to hear what else sheâd spew out of her dirty mouth. âShe told me,â Smite continued, âthat when she came to call Miss Dahlia for Concubine Naomi, you not only refused her entry, but also slapped her. At first, I didnât believe her. After all, youâve never had the audacity in your entire life. But as her superior, I cannot simply ignore such a