Ending The Day With The King Inside Me Novels & Stories

As her words leave her mouth, I immediately understand that her words have power. Izzy takes the King's fingers in her hand and slowly moves them to her core. “Touch me.” She whispers in his ear. I watch painfully as he thrusts a finger into her. I want that to be me. I think to myself before shaking the thought out of my mind and focusing on them once again. “You are tight and wet?” Is he questioning himself or her? I wonder. “You need to get yourself checked because my pussy is always on the ready.” Her words end, and I watch as the King starts to drift off. “Watch him. I am going to take a nap.” He demands of her.

My pants tighten as I watch her exit the hall , swaying her hips tempting me even more to follow her. With all honestly , I do not think that she even had to tempt me to come outside – her beauty , her confidence , and my boner were more than enough. Wasting no time , I walked towards the exit – my pants getting tighter and tighter by my every thought of what I would do to her. The King’s voice slowly fades away as I walked deeper and deeper into the garden. I was not much of an admiration type guy , but I had to admit – this garden was the best I ever had been in.

The fact that she was on speaking terms with the king again was just overwhelming for her. As they continued their walk towards the palace garden, the king abruptly halted, his eyes sparkling mischievously. Melina turned to him, curiosity twinkling in her gaze. His voice, rich and melodious, laced each word. "I just remembered to tell you something. You know Melina, I couldn't help but find out that your birthday is in three days. That's just awesome, right?" Melina's eyes widened, her heart momentarily stopping within her chest. She was so surprised that the king already knew about the very day already, one she had never revealed to him.

I answer, not taking my eyes off him, "Why are you here, how are you even out? King is just sixteen.” "Doesn’t matter. I’m here because seeing you out there was the sexiest thing ever. And I want you,” he answers without hesitation, making me get even harder, even though it doesn't seem possible. This is something literally right out of my fantasies, it's what I think about every night before I fall asleep, with my dick in my hand. King looking up at me with his wicked little eyes and his white eyelashes, touching me like this. Except in my fantasies he's always naked, "I want to make you come."

A bead of sweat and wetness trickles down my inner thigh as the king proceeds to rub me fast and hard. Releasing whimpers, I shudder as I let out a warm liquid from my peincess parts. Panting, I feel the king kiss the side of my head and he whispers sweet nothings in my ear. Hit by a wave of exhaustion, I finally give into the darkness with my head in the king's chest.

“That’s all I’m asking, King. Just try.” “I’m goin' to sleep on the chair, I’ll let him know he can come up if he wants to,” King whispers before kissing my cheek and leaving. I climb into bed and wonder how bad things will be tomorrow?

I frown at him even as his fingers fly over the keyboard. “Gimme my phone, and give me privacy while you’re at it.” “Not a chance.” He says, then hands the phone back to me and kisses the top of my head. “Whatever, and I’m not tiny,” I grumble. Me: Try it, and I’ll break all the bones in your body. Now, fuck off. Shouldn’t you be busy? King: I’d love to see you try. I wouldn’t be busy if you hadn’t shown your face in this pack.

Jaxon replied before continuing, “Besides, being the head of the Red Cage organization is enough for me because my place is here, Denver.” Nicko’s mind began to race as soon as he heard his friend’s words. “Did you forget that people called me The King of Denver for nothing?” Nicko’s smile gradually grew, and Jaxon soon patted his best friend on the shoulder. “I will bring that woman to you soon.”

Bit by bit, the restless pounding in my chest faded, replaced by a deep, steady calm. My father sent a healer to check on me. The moment he learned what I'd been through, his face went dark. He pulled out his communicator and called the Alpha King directly. "Didn't you promise me you'd keep an eye on my daughter?" His voice was cold as frozen steel. A beat of silence on the other end. Then the Alpha King's low voice came through, heavy with authority. "What happened?" "My daughter," my father said, each word clipped and precise, "was injected with rage-inducing serum, chained to a stone in the middle of your training camp with silver links, and publicly humiliated for two hours in front of t

His aura alone screamed of nothing but power. I took a step back, and another, backing away from him till I was in front of him and then a few steps back. "Which should I dance, Milord?" "Bakarish, of course." He answered curtly, his eyes watching me lazily. And then I danced like I always do, swinging my hips as I sang the notorious song of the Bakarish people. I danced like I wasn't forced to, watching the King drink me in like he......loved what he was seeing. TBC