The Alpha King’s Runaway Mate
He leans down to Regina’s other ear, as if to share a secret.
“I know you do, darling. I can feel you squeezing around my dick, like you’re trying to choke it.”
Regina wails loudly, feeling her climax slowly but inexorably creep up on her. “Fuck me, Alpha,” She orders urgently. “Need you to move.”
King Mattel Darius is more than happy to comply with the request, hips pistoning in and out of the omega while keeping up his efforts to simultaneously stimulate her externally. It only takes a few more stabs before they are both tripping over the edge, exhaling heavy pants against each other’s lips as they try to catch their breath.
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