Halfway through my loudest groan yet, my voice broke and I had to suck in a breath as I came to and found his fingers replaced by his throbbing cock.
“Fuck!” I shouted when I managed to find my voice.
“You like that, my king?” he asked, placing my legs over his shoulders and looking down at me with a wild grin.
“Fuck yeah I do,” I gasped.
Each stroke I managed to feel was like a sword of fire cutting through me, making it impossible for me to move but also to articulate anything other than primal grunts.
It was just short of divine, being fucked in that way. To have no control over my body’s response to being used. It was thrilling and exciting in ways I’d never felt and I never wanted it to stop.
But the more he thrust into me, the more breathless he became, the more fuller moments I spent in his bliss.
Eventually I even managed to find my voice again and matched him moan for moan, curse for curse, creating a symphony of desire.
Before he reached his crescendo, I let go of the sheets and fisted my own cock. It only took two tugs before I was spilling my seed all over my stomach and chest.
Drew watched me, watched me paint my skin creamy white and his eyes rolled back. I could relate. Being fucked after I’d come added another level to my orgasm that couldn’t be described by words.
My Ra could go on forever after I came, all the way until I got hard again and it had been nothing short of magical. But this?
This was something else entirely.
One moment he was grunting, rubbing over my prostate, which made my toes curl, the next I was filled with his hot seed and he was towering over me trying to catch his breath.
“My perfect, sexy witch,” I praised him and he seemed to revel in it.
He stared at me, inhaling, exhaling, our heartbeats pounding for minutes that could very well have been hours but then he appeared at my groin, his tongue lapping up my cum from bottom to the top.
Just when I thought this was over.
He wasn’t done. He climbed up to my lips, pried my mouth open and kissed me, feeding me my cum and his saliva as if it was ambrosia.
“That…that was hot,” he said, collapsing next to me.
I closed my mouth, swallowed everything and turned to face him.
"Indeed it was.”
“I’m so glad you changed your mind,” he said.
I rubbed his chest, soft delicate movements that were as much for him as they were for me. I loved exploring his body. Touch was my thing. Touch and obedience.
“Me too,” I said.
He moaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of my caresses for a moment before he looked at me and pursed his lips.
“What brought the change of mind? I thought you said your heart belongs to another.”
I nodded. “It does. But I think I’ve spent enough time grieving him.”
His brows furrowed. “He’s dead?”
“He…he is.”
“I’m sorry.”
I bit my lip and remembered his gorgeous face. My handsome husband. A part of me wondered if I was only attracted to Drew because of their striking resemblance, but then again after the day we’d just had, getting to know him, I’m pretty sure it’s not just that. I like Drew for who he is.
