Page 62 of Coronation (Royally Forbidden #1)
The stretch of him… God .
Will I ever get used to that?
Ben hisses through his teeth, eyes roaming over my body. “ Look at you, taking me so well. Jesus, I can’t believe I convinced you to marry me.”
My lips fall open in a breathy laugh as I begin to ride him, rolling my hips so my swollen clit grinds against the rough hair at his base. “Very well done, Your Highness.”
The comment earns me a sharp swat to my ass. “That’s your title, too, now,” he growls, giving the flesh he just spanked a reproving squeeze. “Careful, or I’ll have you flat on your back, pounding this tight little cunt until you scream.”
My breath hitches, and there is no way he misses how much wetter his threat made me, but as his hands find my hips, obviously preparing to make good on the promise, I stop him.
Leaning forward, I brace my hand on the mattress beside his head and settle the other on his warm chest. “I need something from you first.”
This new angle has his length dragging against my G-spot with every roll of my hips, and I feel the muscles low in my tummy tightening. Our lips brush in the ghost of a kiss.
“What do you need?” Ben groans, gripping my ass in both hands, the muscles in his arms and neck straining as he helps me ride him. “Jesus, Zelda. Tell me. I’ll give it to you.”
The energy between us tonight is intense, almost suffocating, as I do my very best to meet every one of my husband’s needs. I keep my eyes on his face as I let out a breathy, shameless moan. “I need you to come inside me. Please, Ben. Please, get me pregnant?”
The effect of my plea is almost instantaneous.
I squeal in surprise as I find myself on my back, staring up at Ben. He looks back at me, his expression empty of everything but raw, unrestrained hunger. My legs open wider, offering myself up to this new side of him I’ve unleashed.
Inside me, his cock throbs.
“You want to be filled up, darling?” My back snaps off the mattress, crying out as he pulls back and surges into me again, the force of it driving me up the mattress.
“Fill me,” I beg, and my nails bite into Ben’s shoulders when he gives me another. “I need it deep, please, please ?—”
With a low groan of pleasure, he begins to fuck me, one arm braced on the mattress beside me as the other roams over my body, pinching my nipples one moment and gripping my ass the next.
“My wife has the tightest. Fucking. Cunt ,” he grits out, interrupting each word with another punishing pump of his hips.
Heat is spreading through my lower belly, pulling tighter by the second, as my pleading words become more incomprehensible, giving way to broken sobs and moans.
My skin is damp against Ben’s as I cling to him, my trembling thighs bracketing his hips as he surges between them, unrelenting in his need to claim me.
“Fuck, yes ,” he snarls, obviously sensing I’m close. “Come for me.”
It’s like this man has taken control of my body.
No sooner has he finished speaking than my mouth falls open, a ragged sob of pleasure tearing from my lungs as I break.
My orgasm is like an inescapable force, too powerful to resist as it surges through every cell in my body, spurred on by the unrelenting pace of the man between my thighs.
My pussy is swollen and oversensitive, clinging to the enormous cock that keeps fucking me, even as I begin to come down. I’m delirious and weak, shaking and panting, with my cum dripping down over my ass and a wet, crude noise filling the room with every one of Ben’s thrusts.
Without warning, he pulls out, sitting back on his heels, eyes impossibly dark and chest heaving. His length is shining with my wetness, hanging swollen and heavy between us. Before I’m able to do more than open my mouth—pleas to keep going on the tip of my tongue—Ben’s hands find my hips.
Without a single word, he flips me over, arranging my body into the position he wants it. I find myself on my hands and knees with my legs spread wide, his personal toy, ready to take more.
I suck in a sharp gasp as Ben takes my ass in both hands, pulling me crudely apart. When I peek over my shoulder, the hungry expression on his face sends a tremor through my well-used body.
“I wish you could see yourself right now,” he coos, releasing one cheek to reach down and cup my pussy. Seconds later, he releases me, and my cry of shock splits through the silent house as that same hand lands a harsh spank right over my throbbing sex.
Ben’s eyes lift to meet mine, checking for signs of reservation in my expression.
He must find none, because his lips curve in a grim smile as he turns his attention back to my body.
I’m ready for the next spank, but it’s no less intense.
Instinctively, my legs try to spring together, but I quickly find that they can’t with Ben kneeling between my calves.
“Stay still.” His tone has a bite of impatience to it now, and his hand comes down on me again, the other tightening on my hip to keep me steady. “Just a few more. You’re dripping down your thighs, don’t pretend you don’t love this.”
He’s right, I’m so turned on that arousal is overflowing from my overheated, swollen pussy, probably leaving a puddle on the sheets beneath me. I am so unspeakably turned on that I find myself arching my back, exposing myself to the man behind me.
My husband’s approving hiss makes my inner walls clench, and he smacks my wet sex yet again, hard enough that a ragged sob escapes my lips and the delicate skin tingles. “Ben, please,” I gasp. “I want you inside me. ”
A dark chuckle answers my plea. “You’ve been a very good girl for me tonight. One more, then I’ll fuck my seed into you, alright, darling? Just one more.”
I find my head bobbing up and down, squirming against the weight of restless anticipation that has settled low in my pelvis. Ben’s thumb brushes a teasing, featherlight circle over my poor, throbbing clit.
My cry is almost loud enough to drown out the sound of a wet smack, and the muscles in my arms give out, sending me face-first into the mattress, ass in the air. I’ve barely started to recover when the crown of a thick cock is easing past the entrance of my well-used pussy.
“You took that so well for me,” Ben murmurs, leaning forward to kiss my back as he sets a slow, decadent pace. “I’ll be gentle now, darling. I know you’re swollen. You’ve made me so hard, it won’t take long.”
He slips a hand beneath me, and two fingers settle over my oversensitive bundle of nerves, circling it.
My hands curl to fist the sheets, as, somehow, another orgasm begins to build inside me. Ben keeps fucking me, our breathing growing choppy and uneven as the seconds pass. “That’s it,” he hisses, his thrusts beginning to falter. “Milk me dry.”
I let out a quiet, raspy moan. If my first orgasm was a tsunami, this one is a river.
It’s not as intense, but somehow more powerful, dragging me along as it flows on and on.
Behind me, Ben stills, abandoning my clit to grip my hips with shaking hands, sealing us together.
Inside me, his huge cock swells, twitching as his cum coats my cervix.
We collapse onto the mattress together, me with a disbelieving little laugh, Ben with a low groan and muttered word of “ Fuck .” His softening cock is still inside me as he wraps his strong arms around me, holding me close.
My heart is so full .
“I’ve done it,” Ben murmurs, pressing his lips to my shoulder.
My eyes are already closed, but I manage a lazy hum. “Done what?”
“Married the most perfect woman in existence. Darling, every time I think you can’t possibly turn me on more, you manage to do just that.”
I feel my face split in a smile as, behind me, I feel Ben brush my hair out of the way, kissing a place behind my ear. It’s strangely specific, and I giggle. “What are you doing?”
“Did you know you have a freckle?” he asks quietly, the low timbre of his voice traveling through his chest and into my back. “Just here.” Another kiss to the place.
Truthfully, I had no idea, but it spreads warmth through me at the fact he did. I yawn, shaking my head. “Mmm, no. Is this freckle special in some way?”
Ben’s answering laugh is silent, and I know I’m already halfway to sleep. “It’s on your skin. That’s quite enough for me, wife.”