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“Axel,” Ruby pants, her thighs flushed and trembling after her orgasm. “Oh my god. We gotta stop.”
I pull back, catching my breath, glaring up at her. “We’re not stopping. You’re coming again, and I’m coming, too.”
“But…” She opens her eyes and gazes down at me. Suddenly, she flinches. “Oh my god. I… I… I started my?—”
“I know, Wildfire.” I lick my metallic lips. “Thank you. I can taste it.”
“It’s on your nose.”
“And it’s in my soul, and I only want more. I want everything with you, Ruby. You’re fucking beautiful. Fuck those assholes who didn’t worship you.”
I rip her panties down, grabbing her ankle, and she steps out of them. “But, I’ve never?—”
“And you won’t. No one tastes my queen but me.”
I grab her leg and swing it over my shoulder.
Yes, I have a primal kink. I want to chase Ruby down, catch her, and fuck her like a wild beast, taking every piece of her and making her mine, and that includes this. This is the ultimate reward for my obsession, my chase, my waiting.
Fuck yes, I want this woman this much. There’s no shame, no taboo. This is her nature and power. This is what she cangive me. Life. Love. It all flows from inside her, and I want every drop.
It’s only slight, the metallic taste. She’s barely bleeding, but it’s enough to get me off, to have me gently plunge a finger inside her before I lick it off to her hooded stare.
“Oh my god, Axel,” she marvels. “I can’t believe you want me like this. This is so … intimate and hot.”
“Because you’re somine. Every drop of you belongs to me.”
Carefully, I plunge two fingers inside her while gently sucking her clit.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she moans, fisting my hair even tighter. “You’re going to make me come again.”
And I do. I kiss, lick, and suck her clit while I gently curl my fingers inside her slick, swollen walls, and her thigh shakes on my shoulder. Her moans drop into primal groans, and my dick aches for her, but I wait. I wait until she’s about to fall over her edge, her gasps of my name, my sign and prayer.
I plunge my tongue inside her, taking what I can of her orgasm spilling into my mouth. She shakes over my face, and I moan as she holds me here. Taking. Relishing. Loving.
I don’t need to breathe.
I only need her.
Plucking her panties from the carpet, I drape them over my dick and don’t even have to stroke my shaft. Her wet silk on my sensitive tip. Her gazing down at me through a primal haze. Her tangy, metallic taste on my tongue.
Fuck yes, Ruby makes me come with a shameless grunt, my chest shaking as my dick pulses, over and over, saturating her silk.
Lightheaded, I catch my breath and look down at the evidence of my desire for her, and a wicked thought takes me.
I want this for her.
For us.
“Now,” I lift her ankle, “put your panties back on and proudly walk out of this office like my queen.”
Silently, she obeys. She lets me drag the soaked lace up her thighs, leaving creamy smears behind, before her panties settle in place, and I smooth her dress down.
She sighs, “The whole office knows what we did.”
But I don’t hear shame in her voice.
I rise, arranging myself, zipping my pants, and smoothing them down. Then, I fist her ponytail. “Do you want to be my queen, Ruby Jones?”