Chapter Ivor
Ivor
She’s trembling above me, hair wild, lips parted, thighs slick against my face.
Her body still quakes from the release I tore out of her, but she kept riding me like a queen drunk on her own power.
And God, the sound of my name breaking from her throat, that was the moment she crossed the line forever.
I grip her hips tighter, drag her down hard against my face one last time, licking and sucking her until she sobs and shudders, then I ease her back. She collapses against my chest, panting, dazed. Mine.
I run a hand through her tangled hair, the other sliding down to grip her ass. My cock throbs with the need to be inside her again, but this time I want it different. I want her on top. I want her to come into her own power, literally.
“Natasha,” I rasp, tugging her head back so her eyes meet mine. “Your throne is waiting.”
Her eyes flicker wide, confused, until I shift her down my body, guiding her hips until she straddles me. My cock presses thick and heavy against her slick entrance. The heat of her makes my vision blur.
She shakes her head, breathless. “I—”
I catch her jaw in my hand, my thumb pressed against her lips. “No more running. You wanted truth? This is it. You ride me now. You take me inside you and claim what’s yours.”
Her thighs tremble against mine. Her breath hitches. Then, with a broken little sound, she lowers herself onto me.
The stretch is brutally slow and tight., perfect. My head tips back, a growl ripping from my throat as her heat clamps around me, squeezing every inch. “Fuck…”
She gasps, nails digging into my chest as she sinks down, inch by inch, until I’m buried to the hilt. Her head tips back, her hair falling loose, and the sight of her like this, flushed, trembling, impaled on me, makes my chest ache and my balls tighten.
“Look at you,” I groan. “Sitting on me like a queen. My queen.”
Her hips roll, tentative at first, then harder, hungrier, chasing the rhythm her body already knows. Every grind makes me hiss, every clench of her walls pulls me closer to losing myself.
“Yes,” I snarl, gripping her hips, forcing her to move faster, harder. “Ride me. Show me you’re mine. Show me the world doesn’t own you anymore.”
She moans, louder now, riding me with abandon, her thighs slapping against mine. Her eyes are wild, her glorious tits bouncing, and she looks like she’s been remade. She is no longer a reporter, nor a spy, but exactly what I told her she was.
“Queen,” I groan, pounding up into her now, meeting every thrust. “My queen. The only woman who could ever rule me.”
The bed shakes beneath us. My cock slams deep inside her, over and over, until she’s screaming, grinding, gasping my name.
“Let me see you play with those perfect tits,” I growl out from between clenched teeth, Barely keeping myself restrained.
She obeys, lifting her hands and squeezing the juicy mounds until the flesh fills the spaces between her fingers. Then she pulls and tweaks her dusky pink nipples and her gaze softens with pleasure.
“That’s it,” I say, brushing her hands away and taking her nipples in my own fingers. The hard pebbled peaks are so enticing as I roll them between my thumb and finger, and I rear up to take one into my mouth, sucking and licking until her moans are so intense I know she won’t last much longer.
Reluctantly, I release her and lie back down, wanting a full view of her as she comes undone on top of me.
“That’s it. little dove, take my cock. And when you’re full of my seed and round with my heir I’ll suck those juicy mounds dry.” I lift my hands back to her tits, unable to hold back much longer. “I’ll make you come on my cock every day until it takes, until you know who you belong to.”
Her pace picks up, her moans are sobs as she desperately chases her orgasm. I drop one hand down and press against her clit with my thumb.
“That’s it, Natasha, show them all who rules this fucking world. Come on my cock like the queen you are.”
She arches, nails clawing into my chest, her climax tearing through her in waves.
Her sobs shatter into a cry, her whole body clenching around me.
My vision blurs, my teeth grit, and I slam her down harder, desperate to brand her from the inside out.
I feel her tighten, her orgasm thundering through her, and the sight of it, Natasha, bare-faced and maskless, riding me like she was born for this throne, tears the release from me too.
My vision blurs as I grab her hips, slam her down hard, and spill inside her with a roar, holding her tight as I crown her cervix with my seed.
“Good girl,” I rasp, breath ragged.