“I thought the proof is in the pudding?” She says slyly, trying to bait me. I lift my face to her, a sinister smile showing. I don’t know if I love her, but if my mind tells me I do, then I must. My feelings for her are deep. Love is very possible even if I don’t want to admit it out loud.
Dropping my jeans to the ground, I sit back on the couch.
“Ride me,” I growl. Her sweet face turns dark as she bites her bottom lip. God, I want to take that fucking lip into my mouth and bite it until I taste blood.
She walks over to me slowly, her hips swaying back and forth. The body of a goddess stands before me.
“Strip… Now…” I say louder than necessary. However, all she does is continue to sway her hips in front of me. My cock is growing harder and harder with every glimpse of her pussy from under my shirt. She wants to kill me. I always thought I would die from a wound, but I am certain it will be at the hands of this woman.
She giggles as she pulls at the hem of the shirt until it is all the way off. She stands before me in all her glory. She doesn’t shy away as I stare at her body. She has seen things most will never understand.
“Fuck me…” I say under my breath as I imagine palming her breast. Her tits are perky, and her nipples are pink.
“At your command, King,” she says softly stepping forward. My hands instinctively reach out and grip her hips hard. There will be bruises tomorrow, but I don’t care. That is just a sign of how intense our love is. Fuck, there is that word again: Love.
“I think I love you…” I whisper against her chest as she sits on my lap, my cock slipping in between us.
“What?” she questions just above a whisper. Her voice is filled with surprise.
“Ride me,” I demand instead of repeating what I had just said.
“Wait… Did you say you love me?” she asks. Her eyes are eager to meet mine, and I know she will know I am telling her the truth when I look her in the eyes. So I do just that: I look her straight in the eyes.
Bree
Did he just say he loves me? Did Alzerro the king actually tell me that he loves me? Is he even capable of love?
“Didn’t you just accuse me of lying to you?” I ask. His eyes hold all the answers I will ever need. However, he isn’t giving any away. All I can tell is that he meant what he said. He loves me.
“Shut that sassy ass mouth, Bree. Fuck me. Of course I fucking love you. How can I not? You’re beautiful. You killed someone for me, and you’re still dealing with my ass after all this… So now will you please, pretty fucking please, ride my cock until I’m swelling and my seed leaks out into you?”
Though it isn’t the sweetest way to confess your love for someone, it is perfect for Zerro.
“Fuck, yes, I will,” I say, kissing him fiercely.
“That a girl…” he somehow mumbles out while my lips are on his. My hands go into his hair, gripping at the softness of it. He is beautiful, even if he is lost and broken on the inside. I know if I could do anything, it would be to save him from himself.
One of his hands finds its way onto my hip while the other slides in-between my legs, honing in on my clit.
He flicks at it softly, causing a swarm of butterflies to escape from my belly.
“Ahhh…”
“You feel that baby? Do you fucking feel that? It’s like your soul is soaring while your body takes flight. Your chest fills with air while your mind is going a million miles an hour, but all you can focus on is that one thing that completes you —that’s what being with you is like.”
Though he’s talking, all I can focus on is that one thing—him. All I can focus on is the way his finger flicks back and forth, the way his hot breath feels against my skin, and the way his hand bites into my flesh so painfully that I know he’s resisting the urge to slam into me.
“Come for me, baby. Come so hard on my hand, harder than you ever have in your life.” At his command, I feel my walls clenching. The delicious feeling of flying zings through me, and I feel as if I’m on the verge of something different - something unseen, something never felt before.
I collapse onto his chest, and just when I think it’s over, he slides into me. He places both hands on my hips, holding me in place, waiting for me to come back down from my high.
“You clench me so fucking tightly, baby,” he whispers in my ear, his teeth grazing my skin.
Then it’s as if I don’t just come, it’s as if I’m feeling him for the first time deep inside of me. I sit up to look down at him. His eyes are a dark chocolate brown with flecks of gold I hadn’t noticed before.
“I’m hungry for you… Starving…” he murmurs, kneading my breasts in a way that has me moving against him.