Queen of the Night
This kiss carries far more urgency than the one we shared in the alleyway. His lips are nearly bruising against mine, and it’s as though I can’t get close enough to him, despite the fact I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
I’m barely aware of anything outside of his hands all over me, his presence, and his tongue, but when I lose all sense of gravity, I force myself to focus just enough to assess the situation.
He’s lifted me off the ground.
I break our kiss with the intention of protesting, but the words are lost in my throat as I see him shift further away from anything resembling a person and into pure night. I highly doubt my plush body is going to be a problem for him to carry, or frankly, do whatever else he wants with.
I don’t register the fact that we’ve walked through a door until I hear it close behind us. I can’t see a thing. As if sensing my thoughts, he sets me down on a hard surface, and his breath caresses my ear.
“Your eyes will adjust soon. There’s moonlight. It will be worth it. I can stop until then if that makes you more comfortable.”
I shake my head fiercely.
“Don’t stop touching me.” He complies, his hand, which somehow feels even larger now, drifting into my lap to give my thigh a quick squeeze.
“Spread your legs, Auburn.” his voice comes out as a low rumble that goes straight to my clit. I obey immediately, and his fingertips find me. I know I’m wet, but still, his appreciative chuckle makes me blush. Gently, he begins to stroke me through the thin fabric of my leggings.
A hot, urgent pressure is building up inside of me as my hips rise and I try to move against his teasing touch. I’m scrambled. All I can think about is how badly I need him, how badly I need to come.
“Rowan.” I whimper. “Please.”
“How much do you care about these pants?” There’s a slight glimmer of nerve in his tone.
“I don’t.”
Before I even fully have the words out of my mouth, he rips them open.
I don’t have time to react before he pulls my panties to the side to drag two impossibly large fingers through my folds, wetting them before easing them into me one inch at a time.
My head falls back as I moan loudly, the taut string he’s wound in me easing incrementally now that he’s finally touching me properly.
I can see more now, and the sheer scale of his true form makes me flutter around his fingers.
He is easily 7 ft tall, a giant man built entirely out of shadow.
The moonlight that fills the room is bright enough to pick up the presence of furniture and decor, and it occurs to me he’s doing that for my benefit.
He has absorbed all the shadow in the room so that I can see him properly, or as much as is feasible.
Then my eyes roam lower, and I flex around him so dramatically that it draws a soft hiss from his lips.
His cock is impressive, and terrifying, and I need it.
Rowan is so hard it looks almost painful, and I see him twitch as I flutter around his fingers again.
He gives himself a rough stroke with his free hand before curling his fingertips inside of me and forcing my head to fall back again as I barrel toward release.
“Don’t worry, baby, you don’t have to take it all.”
I want to respond, but I can’t. I’m too lost in the urgent need to come for him to even consider forming a coherent thought.
Rowan explores me diligently, finding the spot that makes me explode into a quivering puddle of pleasure.
The combination of his blunt digits inside of me and the heel of his hand against my clit has me ripped violently over the edge far sooner than I want to be.
I milk his fingers, riding his hand, as a cascade of whimpers escapes me, and he continues to palm me through the comedown of my orgasm.
Far too soon, he withdraws, leaving me feeling empty. With a deliberate motion he brings his fingers, wet from my come, to his lips. The sight makes my head spin. I can’t get enough air.
“Do you want more?” The electricity is palpable, and his words alone threaten to have me at the edge yet again.
“I need more.” I breathe out the response as I search for his eyes, shivering with renewed desire at the realization I can’t see them. He’s just a void of barely contained commanding lust.
“Turn over, Auburn, now.” Rowan rasps out the command, his voice low and strained. I love hearing him like this. The raw desire affects me. I’m about to make him come undone.
I do as he says, panting as my ripped skin-tight leggings slide down over my full ass.
I feel deliciously exposed as I’m on my hands and knees, spread wide for him across the tabletop.
Then he pulls my panties to the side again.
Suddenly, my thoughts all focus like a laser between my thighs as his thick cock head presses against me.
It’s far too big. He doesn’t try to work his way into me yet, though.
With a dizzying amount of precision, he slides his length through my folds, dragging it over my sensitive clit and back to my entrance several times, each time more excruciatingly slow than the last. He groans appreciatively as his cock, which seems to have far too many delicious bumps and ridges, gets covered in my slick and come.
I can’t help but push myself toward him every time he pauses at my entrance.
“Please, Rowan.” I’m not above begging. The desire to have him inside of me is overwhelming in the extreme. Finally, he obliges, and I can’t do anything but moan and force myself to relax as he slowly starts to sink into me, methodically feeding me his full length while I writhe beneath him.
He curses softly, “Auburn, fuck.” And lets out a low groan before he continues, “You feel so good, baby. So perfect for me.”
He runs his palm down my spine, causing me to shiver and tighten around him, but he isn’t finished winding me up with his filthy commentary.
“Having you like this looks borderline obscene with the way my fat cock is spreading your tight little pussy.” His words drip with pure pleasure, and I hear him hiss in a breath of air as I react to them.
Oh, I like that. I like that far too much.
I arch my back and roll my hips, feeling another inch of him enter me.
The fullness lights all of my nerve endings on fire.
His words echo in my mind, and a stubborn, needy part of me is determined to take every inch, despite what he has to say on the matter.
It’s not an easy feat, but I fight to take him one tiny thrust of my hips at a time until I’m trembling and begging him to keep going, not content to stop even when he strokes my hair and tells me I’ve been so good for him.
“Oh fuck Auburn. If you don’t stop that baby girl, I’m going to-” I take more before inching myself forward and then back, fucking myself on his length until he snaps his hips forward and lets out a deep groan.
“Breed me, Rowan, give me your heir.” The words tumble out of my mouth, surprising me, and breaking him.
He makes a sound that is barely human, far closer to a growl than a groan.
I focus on the warmth of his seed flooding into me, and it sends me into a frenzy.
I slam my hips back using his come to lube the final few inches and finally seal us together, my head swimming as I’m bombarded with sensations.
I expect him to maybe need a minute, but he’s still hard as a rock inside of me.
And I need to make him spill for me again.
I brace myself for Rowan to start thrusting into me, but he doesn’t. He just stands there, buried in me to the hilt, as I tremble with anticipation.
“I need you to fuck me properly, Rowan.” I don’t even sound like myself as I press back into him, desperate to feel him moving inside of me with rough strokes until I’m coming all over his cock.
“I love how you do that.” His low voice is full of reverence.
“What?”
“Top from the bottom.” He pauses for a moment and then runs his hand up my back and around to bracket my throat, forcing himself into me even deeper.
“Remember, Auburn, you say the word, and this all stops. Otherwise, I’m going to fuck you how I fuck someone who is mine. Do you have a problem with that?”
I shake my head emphatically. “No, I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Good.” He releases my throat and slides back to my ass, palming me with his big hands before gently spanking each cheek.
His cock is still inside of me, filling me beyond comfortably full, but he refuses to move and give me that friction I need.
I try to roll my hips again to get what I want, but as I do, I’m rewarded with the sting of a hard open palm smack.
As he spanks me, I yelp, but not from pain.
“You’re so fucking perfect, Auburn.” With that, he starts to move in long, deep strokes.
I clamp down around him with a moan and buck my hips, trying to provoke another smack.
Sure enough, his palm comes down hard in the same spot, his even pace not missing a beat as I arch my back and yelp, this sting even more intense than the first.
Then his body presses down against my back as he angles himself to hilt deeper inside of me, making me cry out.
His lips are against my ear, and then his hand settles at the nape of my neck.
“Harder!” I gasp out the words, feeling my orgasm so close I could get there from a light breeze.
The pressure of him holding me down is too hot to explain.
“Do you enjoy me fucking you rough?” He breathes the question, drawing out and slamming back into me on the last word.
“Yes. Fuck yes.” It’s the understatement of the century, but the English language hasn’t come up with the words to truly express the extent of how I’m feeling right now.