Chapter 3
Rovin
I move us carefully back to the bed, both of us on shaky legs and pull her against me. My hand finds its way between her thighs and holds her there, cupping her quivering, spent pussy because I own it now. Every part of her is mine.
When our breathing calms down, I say, “I did see you at the Gala in June. And every event before and after.”
She turns her head to me, a look of confusion on her face.
“Your father and I had business, and out of respect for that, I didn’t approach you. But I definitely saw you, Claudia. And you looked amazing in that green dress.” I drop a kiss to her shoulder, taste the salt there. “Had I known how you felt, I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself.”
My cock stirs, and I take a deep breath in a bid to maintain some kind of control.
I’ve never been one to go back-to-back, usually I’m satisfied enough to not bother again for a week or so…
but with Claudia… she has awoken something in me that feels desperately insatiable.
Filling her over and over feels like it has become my life’s mission.
The orgasms are a thousand times stronger than I’ve ever experienced, and yet I can’t get enough.
“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” I ask, gently stroking her pussy now.
She offers a light shrug. “I’d heard the rumors about how you hadn’t taken a wife and I knew there’d have been no shortage of women throwing themselves at you. So I had to figure out a way that I could be what you needed, and I had to know that was something I’d be okay with.”
“Plus,” she goes on, “I was nineteen. I didn’t know if it was just a stupid crush.
I realized it was definitely real last June.
Who takes stupid risks in public unless they are utterly obsessed?
Then when everything fell apart and I moved to a different part of the city, I found an invitation for an auction dinner…
it took some digging to find out more information, but once I had it…
” she trails off, because the rest I suspect, I know.
“But still. What if I’d have turned out to be a creep or a monster? Well, a worse monster than I already am?”
She turns to me now, giving me time to better position my hand so I can keep massaging and stroking her cunt.
Cupping my face with both hands, she says. “I saw you. I was instantly attracted to you. It felt like part of me knew who you were before anyone ever told me anything. And I knew that whatever you were, I could thrive beside you. I can’t explain it any other way.”
She kisses me then. A hungry, devouring kind of kiss, which only ends when she pulls back and declares she should shower.
“Wait,” I say. “There’s something I want to do first.”
Claudia smiles. “I don’t think I can take your cock again just yet, Rovin. I’m a little sore.”
“I’m not surprised in the slightest,” I admit. “But I don’t want you to ride my cock, I want you to ride my face.”
Her eyes widen, her pupils blow and her mouth opens in a little ‘o’ of surprise.
“You’re sure? I’m full of your cum and my own mess…” she trails off, as though that would put me off.
“I’m absolutely sure,” I say, pulling her bottom lip between my own and biting down gently. “I want you to ride my face like only my queen can.”
She doesn’t take any more convincing, instead she steadily moves into position, holding onto the headboard of the bed and looking down at me.
The view is amazing. Her glistening, ruined pussy, her round stomach, her perfect tits, nipples already little peaks of anticipation, and her face looking down at me through swathes of dark, sex-mussed hair.
She lowers herself slowly and I grip her hips in my hands, bringing her exactly where I need her to do what I’ve been wanting to do since the night I brought her back to mine.
It doesn’t take long for her to find what she needs.
I swipe firm licks of my tongue over her, use my lips to suck hers into my mouth and flick my tongue over them.
I wait for her grinding to become desperate and needy before moving to her clit.
As soon as I suck at her delicate bud, she turns feral, riding my face with reckless abandon until she is shivering over me, her creamy juices coating my chin.
Once it subsides, she looks down at me again, her eyes hooded, her expression one of pure bliss.
She climbs off me with shaky legs and continues to jerk every few seconds with the aftershocks.
“I don’t think I’m going to survive this,” she says as I lean over her and suck a nipple into my mouth. She is just so fucking delicious I don’t ever want to take my mouth off her.
“Me neither,” I confess. “But it’s a great way to go.”