Page 249 of Savage Throne
Oh God. Maybe. . .I should have waited.
Yet, to my surprise, he pushed his cock deep inside me, stealing my breath. My back arched as my pussy clenched around him, the fullness overwhelming and perfect all at once.
With his thrusting into me, he was able to press his chest against the back of my thighs and my breasts.
All I could think about was how complete he made me feel, how his cock stretched and filled me in a way that left no room for anything else. My body shivered, caught between pleasure and nerves as I searched his face for his thoughts.
Slowly, he placed his face two inches from mine. “You’re pregnant?”
“Y-yes. Only. . .Master Wu and I know. . .”
He didn’t move, didn’t speak, just stared at me with an intensity that burned straight through my soul.
My bottom lip quivered. “Say something.”
“So. . .now youreallycan’t escape me.”
“Oh God.” A grin tugged at my lips. “Well. . .that’s one way to look at it, Lei.”
His lips twitched into a small smile, but the heat in his eyes didn’t fade. “We should get marriedsooner.”
“I’m not rushing the wedding.”
“Yes. You are.” He pulled his cock back inch by inch, until it was almost out.
I shuddered. “No. I am not. Your aunts and I are planning a massive extravagant event.”
“But, I’m the Mountain Master.” He thrust his cock back into me.
Pleasure crashed through my body.
“Oh God!”
“Mmmm.” He remained right there with his cock filling me. “But I guess it doesn’t matter if we rush having the wedding or not.”
I was fucking panting.
“Ceremony this week or a year later, you’re mine, Moni. Now and forever.” He returned to fucking me. “Now, you’ll be the mother of my child.”
With that, he was fucking me. The rhythm was slow at first but increased in intensity as we both lost ourselves in the raw pleasure.
His lips were everywhere—my neck, my shoulders, my breasts—marking me as his own over and over again.
“Lei, oh Lei!” I groaned.
His pace quickened, his thrusts deep and relentless, as though he were determined to make me feel every ounce of his love and need for me.
I whimpered beneath him, my body arching to meet his thrust.
The heat between us was a fiery intensity that radiated from every point of contact—his broad hands gripping my thighs, his muscular chest brushing against my hardened nipples, the intoxicating friction of him driving into me with absolute, unyielding possession.
Hot pleasure built within me, a crescendo of sensations spiraling higher and higher.
It was a force of nature.
An unstoppable torrent.
He groaned. “Moni.”
