He released me, and I leaned forward, licking him base to tip. I pressed his cock between my lips and began to suck him hard, instantly loving his taste. He groaned, his hands on my head as I sucked him.
“Fuck, Bryce,” he groaned. “I’ve been dreaming about my cock in your mouth all fucking day. You drive me fucking wild.”
I began to suck him faster, working his thick shaft with my other hand. I tried to take as much of him into my mouth and throat as I could, but he was just too big. He groaned, pushing me down.
“Suck that fucking cock,” he commanded. I was dripping wet, wild with need for him. “Now rub your own wet little pussy while you take my cock.”
I obeyed, putting my left hand between my legs. I couldn’t believe I was doing it, but it was driving me wild. I began to rub my own soaking wet clit as I sucked his cock and jerked him off with my right hand.
“That’s right. Moan while you suck this fucking cock,” he said. “Moan while you take my big cock into your throat, you dirty fucking girl.”
I worked him, losing myself, going wild. I rubbed my clit as I sucked him faster, taking him deeper and deeper into my throat. I couldn’t stop moaning, couldn’t stop sucking, because I loved it. I loved that he was commanding me, making me obey. I wanted to obey him, my king and his big cock.
“Yes,” he groaned, pushing me down. “Take my cock into your fucking throat.”
I pressed my fingers inside myself as I took him into my mouth.
He released me, and I gasped, staring up at him, my mouth hanging open.
“Stand,” he ordered.
We stood together and he grabbed me, sweeping me off my feet. He tossed me over his shoulder and I couldn’t help but yelp, surprised.
“Trip!” I said.
“No time to waste,” he said, grinning. He carried me like that down the back hallway and kicked open his bedroom door.
His room was simple, just like his main apartment. He threw me down onto the bed, and I giggled as he unbuttoned his shirt. I went to take off my dress, but he shook his head.
“Leave it,” he said. “I went to tear it off you.”
“You can’t. You’ll ruin it.”
“Good. I have plenty of clothes you can wear.”
“Trip,” I said, but it was too late. He’d already pulled off his shirt, revealing his incredibly gorgeous torso.
I stared at his tattoos. “Do kings usually have so much ink?” I asked him.
“No,” he said. “Rarely. But I’m not a normal king.” He got onto the bed and came toward me, pressing me down against the mattress. He took my hands and raised them up above my head, lightly holding them there. “I’m a very special king.”
His free hand went between my legs, his fingers pressing deep inside me. I gasped and moaned as he fucked me like that. He held my hands down as he fucked my pussy, and desire flooded my body, insatiable and intense.
He finally released me and opened a drawer on his nightstand. He took out a condom and tore open the wrapper.
I watched him roll it over his thick cock. When he was finished, he took my legs, spreading them wide.
He slowly pressed his cock against me. I gasped as his hips pushed forward and he was inside me.
I kissed him, my hands digging into his hair. He moved slowly at first, letting me get used to his impressive size and thickness. I took him though, loving his thick cock, loving the way he felt deep inside me.
He began to fuck me. He reached down to the hem of my dress and tore it with one fluid motion.
“Trip!” I gasped.
“I told you. I want to tear this dress from your fucking body.” He tore it higher up, making a slit up my side. He pressed it open and his hands found my breasts. He teased my nipples as he continued to fuck me, pushing deeper and deeper inside me, our bodies working and sweating together.
Pleasure rocketed through me. This was what I wanted. Trip was taking me, controlling me. I was his to command for the night, and I was going to do whatever he wanted.
He took my hands and pressed them above my head again, fucking me harder. I took his thick cock deep inside me, letting him slam his impressive cock deep into my soaking pussy. I was so slick and ready for him, I took him so easily, and I could tell I was losing my mind for him.
He pulled back and then grabbed my hips. He pulled me up and turned me effortlessly. He took my hands and put them on the top of the metal headboard and then spread my legs wide. He finished tearing my dress up the side and then pressed his cock deep between my legs.
I moaned, throwing my head back.
“That’s right,” he said. “Take my fucking cock. Are you mine to do whatever I want with?”
“Yes,” I groaned as he slowly fucked my tight pussy from behind.