Page 92 of Kings & Queen

“My girl is close, aren’t you?” I growled as her hips rolled to meet each of my thrusts.

“Yes,” she cried out, her voice husky as she fought back the exquisite pleasure building. “I want it harder. I need it.”

“Fuck me,” I ground out, rearing back before slamming into her again. “I can’t hold it. I need you to come for me, baby,” I begged.

I was right on the edge of going over and needed her to come first. Her pleasure was my reward, so until she let go, I was going to hold back. The desperation in my tone was also new. Her beautiful lips parted, but no sound came out. Her body tensed, and everything around me dissipated, leaving only the pure perfection of moving above her in measured, deep strokes.

Her body coiled tight and her legs stiffened under me. I groaned, knowing what was coming, and sure enough, her cunt clamped down on my throbbing cock.

“Breathe, baby girl,” I ground out.

And then the sweet sounds of her release filled my ears as she screamed over and over. She bit down on her lip, and I kissed her passionately, catching her next scream as her body continued to tremble and shake. I drew back, my need to come growing stronger, and moaning long and hard, I let go.

My cock pulsed, and I filled her tight channel. She whispered my name once more as my cum shot out and coated her.

“So fucking crazy for you,” I choked out.

She unwrapped her hands and pushed the blindfold off. “Daddy, it’s okay,” she breathed while caressing my face, somehow understanding my emotional state.

“Nikolai…” She pushed a lock of my hair off my face, and I slipped out of her, collapsing on my stomach in a daze beside her.

She moved to untie her ankles, then lay down next to me, rubbing my back. I shivered under the feel of her fingertips on my skin.

“Do you know how wonderful you are? Do you know how much I needed your little scavenger hunt? How perfect it was after the day I had. I needed a drink. You knew. You also somehow knew that I’d want to fuck you in my bed. Don’t youeverfucking doubt that you don’t know me, know my brothers. You areeverythingto me,” I swore, peering into her soul. It was my turn to brush her hair back.

“I won’t doubt it again. I need you to know I meant what I said. I love you.”

Her eyes searched mine, and I couldn’t keep my vulnerable state a secret any longer. A single tear slipped down my cheek, prompting her to suck in a deep breath before she brushed it away.

“I fell in love with you the night at the club when you spoke to me in Russian. I hadn’t heard our native tongue fall from a man’s lips since I was a very little girl. You toldme—”

“Ty razbudil vo mne chto-to davno zabytoye,” I repeated.You have awoken something long forgotten inside of me.Taking her hand, I brought it to my lips in memory of that night, and her face beamed.

Overwhelmed, I turned and pulled her into my body, then wrapped my arms around her. We stayed like that until she shivered. Reaching down, I drew the sheet over us and felt content for the first time in a long time.

After a while, her stomach growled. “We should go eat. I wanted to cook dinner for you tonight. But Chef Bonfils was not having it.”

“I’m not surprised. I bet he almost had a heart attack at the mere suggestion.”

“It’s too bad. I wanted to make you my famous chicken, show you my skill sets. What is your favorite food, anyway?”

“I’m a simple man, really. I’m fond of shepherd’s pie, fish and chips. Beans on toast.” I shrugged.

“You’re so British, but I love it. Did you look at the list?” Her words came out with a shaky uncertainty.

“I did have a look at it. It was telling in more ways than one. I was quite surprised that you didn’t list specific soft limits. Want to tell me why?”

“Not before I eat. After all, I’m apparently too skinny these days.” She sat up and then sauntered into the bathroom.

I couldn’t help but chuckle as she walked away. I lay there for a minute longer before resigning myself to get up. She had just finished using the bathroom when I came in. Her eyes traveled down my chest. Then she sauntered over, dancing out of my way as I went to grab her.

Teasingly, she called over her shoulder, “I made dessert.”

“Good, because remember, it’s all for one, and one for all. You make the old man something. You better make me something too.”

“Is that how it is?” She pulled her dress on.

“No bra or panties, I see. How naughty of you.”