Chapter 18 #2
Memnon must sense it because he says softly, “Look at me, Empress, and I’ll do as you command.”
Biting my lower lip, I open my eyes. He’s there, all around me, in me, peering down at me like I’m some great revelation.
“I think you should just finish as fast as possible,” I say. Maybe once that happens, I won’t be so worried.
Memnon laughs low, the action tugging on that rakish scar. “I plan on dragging this out until I have you begging me to come inside you,” he says. “How long that takes is entirely up to you.”
He grasps my neck, pinning me in place, then dips his head to suck on one of my nipples.
I gasp, arching into him. He groans as he feels me tighten around his dick.
Memnon releases my breast so he can glance down between us as he begins to thrust, the movements shallow and slow to allow my body to further adjust to the size of him.
“Look at that pretty little pussy of yours, taking my cock so well,” he croons. “You may not want my cum, but it does.”
I cover his mouth.
He laughs again, this time less ominously, and I drop my hand just so I can take in the way his laughter lights up his face. Slowly, his smile falls away. He crowds in a little closer.
“Hold on,” he breathes against my ear.
I assume he’s asking me to wait, but then his thrusts grow more forceful, his thick cock driving deep into me. And it registers then that I really should hold on to him tighter.
Sounds are leaving my throat—part gasps, part moans as the sorcerer moves at a pace that surely will send him over the edge at any moment. The pace, however, is my weakness, and Memnon knows it. He’s playing me like a fiddle.
I clutch Memnon’s slick back as he sinks in again and again, his balls slapping me, each punishing drive of his hips pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
Our bodies move together and our mouths collide. He is everywhere. I want him everywhere.
I can sense how close you are, he says across our connection.
That is never, ever a good thing with Memnon when the man has an agenda. In fact, I think he might’ve fucked me at this pace solely to push me to the edge as quickly as possible. Damn him.
Memnon ends the kiss. “Beg for me to come inside you,” he commands.
And there’s the agenda.
“No.”
The man grins like a devil and continues to fuck me with exquisite intensity.
Oh Goddess. There’s an impatient throbbing between my legs, and I am quivering with coiled need.
My orgasm is building, building—
Memnon halts his movements, his cock sliding almost completely out of me.
I’m breathing heavily as I stare at him, his brown skin slightly flushed, his pupils blown wide.
Without the rhythmic sensation of his thrusts, that fast approaching climax now ebbs away.
“Beg me,” he commands.
I shake my head, and that terrifying, challenging grin reappears.
“Come here, est amage,” Memnon says, sinking back into me. He peppers kisses along my cheeks, my nose, my lips.
The sweetness is all an illusion, one I fall for anyway. I melt against him as he lightly thrusts against me.
“Love the way your pussy clenches around me,” he murmurs. “You feel like heaven, little witch.”
For a few minutes, he’s all gentle movements. Any hope I had that sex with him would be fast dissolves away.
But gradually, his pace picks up until, once more, ridiculous, wanton sounds are leaving my throat.
“You like it like this, don’t you, my queen,” he murmurs, slipping back into Sarmatian.
Yes. Sweat slickens our bodies and beads at my brow. It feels feral. The sort of sex that’s uncomplicated—or rather, it would be uncomplicated if Memnon would give me my fucking orgasm.
But the moment it once again rises in me, Memnon says again, “Beg me.”
I let out a frustrated whine, even as my back rhythmically hits the wall. I’m getting concerningly close to climaxing. I want it badly.
“Memnon, please!” I say.
“Please what, Empress?” He has the audacity to act confused.
“Please let me come.”
“Absolutely, once you tell me what else you want.”
I don’t know why his words have my nipples tightening.
He’s come inside me many times, and I’d hardly been aware of the lack of protection. Now it’s all I can think about.
A wicked thrill rushes through me at the prospect. I hadn’t factored that in. In fact, the risk of conceiving has my pussy clenching, just a little.
“Please come inside me.”
He nips my ear, grinning. “If you insist.”
The bastard.
He laughs as though he heard the thought. And then Memnon and his deft magic are everywhere, stroking my nipples, my clit, my inner walls. I fall into the sensation until it overwhelms me.
With a cry, I come, clutching Memnon tighter as my orgasm shatters through me. Memnon grips me harder, and with a groan of his own, I feel him tip over the edge as well.
He rocks against me again and again, a little of his release slickening my inner thighs.
Even once his thrusts slow, he doesn’t immediately lower me. Instead he leans his chest against mine, pinning me to the wall.
“Don’t clean yourself up,” he whispers.
I give him a strange look. “Why?”
“I want to see my cum dripping from you next time I enter.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Planning on a repeat performance?”
His eyes have a devious, determined gleam to them. “Yes. I plan on many of them”