Page 64 of Shattered Queens: Veronica
He’s wearing his glasses, and I swear my ovaries just exploded.
“I need to get some work done. Plus, your snoring woke me up,” he teases.
He’s fucking with me. “I don’t snore.”
“Whatever you say, baby.”
Those nicknames do something to me. It’s the actions behind them. The protectiveness, fuck, the possessiveness. They set my body on fire. No man or woman has ever elicited that reaction from me. Even from the man who told me I was his world. Only to make me feel like I was anything but. I sit up and take the laptop from him. Tossing the device to the side, I straddle him. Placing my hands on his chest, gently. I don’t want to hurt him.
I kiss him. “You should wear your glasses more often.” Then I take them off and set them on his nightstand. I lift myself up and pull my lace panties off, discarding them on the floor. He doesn’t take his eyes off me.I straddle him again, his hands instinctively going to my waist, and I rub my pussy back and forth, feeling his cock harden.
“How about I ride this cock and milk it dry?” I say.
He throws his head back. “You have such a fucking dirty mouth. I can’t get enough of it.” He groans. “Do with me as you please.”
“Are you going to listen to directions?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy…Now take your cock out.” He does as he’s told. With one hand still on my waist, he uses the other to pull out his dick. I see the precum dripping from the crown. “Now taste yourself.” He rubs his finger over his crown, coating it. Then he parts his lips and inserts it. Licking it clean. “Now let me taste you.” He coats his finger again, this time painting his lips with it. I crash mine to his. Sucking on his bottom lip. “Good boy,” I praise, then place my hand over his girth and lower myself onto him.
I hear an animalistic groan, but I’m not sure who it comes from. Taking him one inch at a time, I don’t break eye contact. When I’m fully seated on him, I start to move my hips.
“Be a good boy and scream my name.” I’m drunk with power.
He smirks. “Whatever you say.”
I steady myself on his shoulder and move my hips back and forth.
“Yes, Veronica, fuck yes, baby. Just like that.” I see him wince.
Shit. “Am I hurting you?”
“Fuck no. Don’t you dare stop.”
I pull myself up and slam onto him. I do it over and over again. I lean down and bite his
shoulder.
“Ahh…more. Give me more.”
I bite him again, and at the same time, I slam down on his cock. I’m so close.
“Oh Miles, I’m close.” I moan into the crook of his neck.
“Me too, baby.” He pulls my hair so that I’m facing him. “You’re magnificent. You know
that? I love seeing you take control. You’re a goddamn queen.”
I pull back and grind into him. His hands grip my waist, but his hold doesn’t falter. “Be a
good boy, and come inside me. Let me feel your cock throb inside my needy cunt.” That’s all it takes, and we go over the edge together. He bucks into me. I can feel him pumping me full of his cum. My body is humming because of the control he gives me over him, his body. I lift myself, his cum dripping out of me. I can see his cock is still hard. I turn around, my back facing him. I grab his dick and seat myself on him again. I don’t give him time to react; I start moving my hips, reverse cowgirling him. I hear his head make contact with the headboard, so I turn my head to look at him.
“Fuck, you’re going to be the end of me.”
“That’s the plan. Kill you one fuck at a time.” I whimper. “Now, hands on my waist.”
“Whatever you say.” He mumbles incoherent words, and I bite back a smile. I lower the top of my body, pressing it into the mattress, and lift my ass, showcasing it to him. Then, I start to move. I bounce up and down on his cock. His hands move to the globes of my ass. He parts them and uses a finger to tease my back entrance. I slow down, my body tensing.
