Queen Sized - Jessa Kane Page 0,9
your back and steal the virginity from between your legs.”
Stealing. That’s what it would be, right?
Stealing something he doesn’t mean to properly keep?
None of my reservations are sticking, though. I’m too lost to his spell.
Too sated and eager to give.
“And with your thighs glistening with come, you will no longer question my skill, woman.” He fists my hair. “Is that clear?”
“Yes, Your Majesty,” I breathe, my eyes level with his tented breeches.
This obedience is not typical in me, but it feels so right in this moment. I spend my days worrying and working and saving with no one to take the reins. Allowing him to do so is…effortless. In a way it wouldn’t be with anyone else. It requires trust, but somehow he’s earned it in a short amount of time. And now I’m watching in almost a trance as my fingers work to free his arousal from behind the muslin, his breath turning shallow above me.
When his heavy flesh springs from the opening, I suck in a breath because it’s so glorious. Maybe I ought to be afraid of the large appendage, for it’s my first encounter with one and it’s much, much larger than I could have imagined. But I can only marvel at the intersection of veins, the smooth stretch of skin layered over steel, the subtle upward curve. I can only lean in and brush the ruddy tip with my parted lips and revel in Corbet’s ragged inhale.
“Don’t tease me,” he says unevenly, propping his free hand on the cave wall, far above my head. “I need a good, rough suck from that defiant mouth.”
I yearn to give the king what he wants, but I hardly know where to begin. His testicles are fat and engorged at the base of his erection, his thighs flexed and hairy. There is so much masculinity staring me in the face, it’s hard not to be intimidated. But I notice the tremor in his fingers and realize he’s vulnerable. At my mercy. And that emboldens me enough to wrap my lips around his staff and suckle the broad head of his sex.
It encourages me to bathe his shaft with my tongue, creating a slippery path for my lips to follow, and I start to bob my head up and down, bringing him as deep as possible, pulling roughly of his flesh on the way back up, the manner in which one might suck a sweet candy, trying to pull all the flavor from it with one concerted effort.
Corbet moans, winding my hair around his fist, hips pumping. “Don’t stop, woman. Goddamn.” He huffs several hard breaths, each more urgent than the last. “I will have monuments built in honor of this mouth. I will worship before them on my knees.”
He is close to the precipice.
His manhood grows thicker in my mouth, giving subtle jerks whenever it hits the resistance of my throat, but when his mighty thighs begin to tremble, I venture lower and choke down another inch, my hand reaching up to gently squeeze the ripe fruit of his testicles, and Corbet roars, seed firing hot and salty from the head of his arousal. “Gwen!”
My head is held fast in his big hands while he erupts, my tongue and throat bathed in spurt after spurt of salty release, his hoarse cries filling me with a sort of pride I never expected. Satisfying him fulfills me as much as my own pleasure did. My heart…
Yes, my heart, it riots wildly, bouncing off my ribcage.
Everything feels decadent, even my knees on the hard ground. His fist in my hair, the pressure in my throat. It’s all so wonderful and it feels so right that I start to think maybe…maybe Corbet is the man I seek at the Joining. Of course, he is resistant to the idea of a wife, but there is something that feels almost fateful between us. I’ve never encountered another human being that inspired such huge emotions, and surely that must mean something.
Even as hope begins to rise in my chest, I remind myself of one very important fact.
He is a king.
I am a commoner.
Letting these fanciful notions take root could prove disastrous, but…
Corbet pulls me to my feet and wraps me in his arms, holding me like a long-lost love and swaying us side to side, exhaling roughly into my hair. With my skirts floating back down to my ankles, I am breathless in his embrace. Warm and safe and more cared for than I’ve ever been