It’s almost magical to hear the sound of his voice reverberating to the rafters. My blood pounds with my frantic heartbeat as I recognize that look.
“What?”
A smile staggers across his face. “Come here, my queen. I’m going to fuck you on this throne.”
The way he says “my queen” sends a pleasant shiver through my spine. The priest is probably lurking out of sight, there’s no way we should do this, but the fact we shouldn’t makes my thighs clench, and the dirty bastard knows it.
“I like Queen better than Princess.”
He wraps his hands more fully around my ass, lifting up my dress and groaning when his cock hardens against my thigh. Liam moves backward, sitting on the delicate cushion of the ancient throne.
“This thing looks like it’s from the twelfth century.”
“Every king in Anglefell’s history has sat on this throne. You’re going to be the first queen to bless it.”
He touches my chin as I lean forward, standing between his legs. Heat erupts over my chest the moment he kisses me. His belt slides through my hands as I unbuckle him. His gaze sparks with electricity when I unzip his slacks. The sound of them hitting the floor and the sight of his thick cock rising between his legs make my heart jump. He shoves his tongue inside my mouth, and I play with him for a moment before pulling away to fall to my knees in front of him.
“You’ll be the first king to get a blowjob on this throne.”
He smirks. “Oh, I doubt I’m the first.”
The cockiness disappears from his face when my lips touch his head. He flexes the muscle that makes him jump. My tongue darts out to taste him, and I feel the heat of his blood pounding into my mouth. I pucker my lips, teasing.
I sit back on my heels as I strip the dress from my body. The pile of clothes lands next to his slacks. My skin tingles with his stare, which follows me as I stand up. I feel his gaze licking my tits and ass. Then I bend forward, and he hooks a finger in my panties, pulling them down my legs. I peel them off my heels and then kneel back down.
Liam fingers the crown on my head as I take his cock in my hand and swirl my tongue around his bulbous head. His sharp hiss cuts the silent air when I take him in my mouth. I lean over the throne, my other hand grabbing his thigh as his thickness moves down my throat.
“That’s right. Suck my royal scepter.”
I laugh with him in my mouth, the sound buzzing around him.
He tilts his head back, his eyes rolling in his head as I suck his cock. The sounds of my sloppy blowjob echo in this church as though to amplify our sins. I watch as he slips his phone out of his jacket, pointing it toward me.
“I need to take a picture of my queen sucking my cock.”
I lean back, my lips tightening over his skin as he pops out of my mouth. “This is not going on Instagram.”
“I should,” he says with a throaty growl. “Part of me wants to show you off, but no. This is just for me.”
I play with his cock, my lips sliding around his head, moving down his length as Liam’s eyes flutter. He jumps in my mouth as I take his head inside, flicking my tongue across him. I hear his phone snapping photos as he slides down my throat and anchors deep, his fingers digging into the back of my head. He meets my lips in short thrusts, digging deep. My pussy tingles with every moan that rips out of his mouth as he forces his cock down my throat.
I pull back to breathe, but Liam yanks me with both of his hands on my head. His hips move, making me gag, and then I feel him swell. There’s a rush of heat under my tongue, and then I taste his cum. He uses my mouth, pumping as I swallow him. I tighten my lips around him as my pussy clenches, my core growing hot with need.
“I’m not done,” he says in a gritty voice that makes my pussy clench. “Climb on your king’s lap.”
His cum slides down my throat as he pulls me away from his still-hard cock. I stand on shaky feet, heart pounding as Liam takes my waist and spins