I nod my head vigorously, unable to manage a comprehendible word from the gag grinding between my teeth. But my body answers for me, trembling in divine surrender. I am his untainted canvas, at his disposal. An unblemished body aching to be painted.
He slides up my backside, tongue worshiping each indent of my spine. “Ready for your King’s cock?” he teases in my ear.
My cock throbs in response, already primed to shoot my milk, like a trigger-happy maniac that can’t control their rabid foam.
Drew’s teeth clamp down on my neck, fingers tickling my hips, I’m in heaven. A vortex of pleasure and agony. Of course, his teeth sting, but my heart loves it. Loves how he blesses me with another mark.
A man not afraid to claim his real estate. A true testament to his character.
He lets go of my neck, forcing a gasp from my lips. Sure to leave a hickey, for all the guys to see.
Then I feel his girthy crown, prodding my pink flesh, embracing the sloppiness he’s made of me down under.
I brace for his impact, my wrists taut against the ropes, the metal clamps creaking from the weight.
“Stay still baby,” he growls into my ear. “Relax your hole, it’s your King’s now.”
I do me best to obey, reducing my breathing to a turtle’s rate, allowing myself to soak in his presence to soothe my pulse.
“Good boy…” he purrs into my nape as he shoves himself in, the shock hits the same as the first time. The immaculate curvature bending my ass to his form.
I whimper through the gag, as he advances inside me. His pace slow and teasing, akin to a blood moon settling in the darkness of night.
At last he buries his blessed cock all the way, his fuzzy bush prickling against my bare cheeks.
I could stay like this forever, chained to the ceiling, eyes blacked out to the world, mouth silenced. Stuffed by a deity. Not giving a fuck if the whole building next door is enjoying the show. Surely standing in their windows with their jaw to the floor if they are.
It doesn’t get any filthier than this.
But I would do anything for my savior.
“You love your King’s prick, don’t you?” he rumbles into my ear, lurching his length forward for a brutal thrust. “You bloody slut.”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I mewl into the gag, my cock performing a volley of seizures. A firestorm of cum preparing to cream the den.
His pace turns vicious, a cruelty that I love. Cock thrusting in and out of my ass, determined to ruin me for good.
And may I be blessed with the pleasure of being destroyed by this viper. Lucky enough to say that my hole was offered and wrecked by Drew Evans.
“I fucking love you.” He husks ina low voice.
Those words overtake my brain, sending an overload of euphoria—dopamine and serotonin—down my brainstem. Flooding me with harmony and joy. My cock explodes, spurts like shooting stars. My lips quiver as I try to whimper.
“I love you so fucking much Lover Boy, you are my one and only. No matter what. The only one to bear my name. You’ll have me branded into your back until the day you die.”
His words are a graceful chorus to my ears, my entire body floating on cloud nine. I would be levitating in the air, if the ropes weren’t around my wrists.
He jabs his prick inside, releasing an earthquake of seed. The world explodes inside my ass, sending his cream as deep as he possibly can. Kissing my nape with his venomous lips, utterly soft and delicate, a panther’s tongue tasting what’s left of me.
The best moment of my life, I could perish right now and be completely satisfied. There’s no way life can possibly go up from here. No place in the sky to soar higher than this mountain peak of bliss.
The gag comes loose from my mouth, eyes seeing the room unfold before me. In front, my cock is still throbbing, puddles of thick milk lie on the marble. Cream forged from our love.
My body becomes weak, limbs losing their strength, ready to hibernate and recoup next to my man. The thoughts in my head tread to a standstill.
“I love you too.” I whisper before my vision fades to black, meaning the words with every fiber of my heart.
Chapter 18
