Page 164 of Savage Throne
“You’re going to ride my cock hard?”
“Yes, baby.”
“Pussy whip me some more?”
She chuckled.
I flicked that clit.
She jerked in pleasure.
The crown tilted on her head and she raised her hands up to move it.
“No.” I licked my lips. “Keep that on. I like fucking you while you wear that crown.”
“Something is wrong with you.” She placed her hands back on me.
I growled. “Get on my cock.”
“Say, please Mountain Mistress.”
That yanked out a smile from me. “Please. . .Mountain Mistress.”
“Good job.” She leaned down to capture my lips with hers. The kiss was slow, intense, a promise of the earth-shattering pleasure to come.
I closed my eyes, unable to deal with how good that mouth and those breasts against me felt.
Soon, I could feel her rising up on her knees and positioning her pussy over my cock.
Fuck yes.
Then she was sinking down onto my cock.
Dear God.
She was tight.
So unbelievably tight and I had to fight the urge to thrust up into her.
She rose up and when she slowly moved down on my cock. Every particle of my being trembled with sensual anticipation.
Damn it. I won’t be able to fight anything after this. This pussy is going to drain me of all my energy.
Slowly, she started moving in a tantalizing rhythm that drove me wild. She set the pace, rising up before sinking back down onto my cock, taking me in inch by torturous inch until I was fully seated within her.
“Goddamn it,” I gritted my teeth and clutched her hips. “Have some mercy on me.”
She chuckled as if she thought I was playing.
"Oh God, Moni."
Her movements became more urgent, more demanding—and somehow, I began to match her, stroke for stroke.
Fireflies continued their enchanting dance around us, oblivious to our panting and sweating.
I stared up at Moni's face—illuminated by their glow—and she threw her head back in ecstasy.
Goddamn. Will she truly be my wife? Will I really be that lucky?
