A Nordic King(105)

“Aksel,” she says against my mouth.

My name sounds so good but still, I have to tease her. “Is that the proper way to address me?”

“Is this what marriage is going to be like?”

“Only when you misbehave.”

“I’m hardly misbehaving now,” she says, squeezing my cock harder.

Fuck.

I unleash myself on her neck, licking and sucking just the way she likes it, until soft moans fall from her mouth. Music to my ears.

My fingers slip between her legs, slick and slippery.

“God, you’re so wet for me,” I whisper to her, my voice catching in my throat. “Can I make you wetter?”

“Yes,” she groans breathlessly as I slip my finger along her cunt, the sensation making me delirious with lust. She lets out a lengthy moan, her hands going to my shoulders, then to my hair, making fists.

“I want my cock to slide into you, just like this.” I add an extra finger and move them in together. “You want it harder, deeper? In this bed, I serve you.”

She groans, arching her back, her tits pushed up, her sweet, pink nipples tight and hard.

She’s yours, she’s yours.

This queen.

“Do you want my cock first?” I ask softly. “My tongue? How would you like me to fuck you?”

“Give me everything,” she says through another moan as I drive my fingers even deeper. “Lick me out.”

No fucking hesitation from me.

I move back and lower my head, pressing my face in between her legs, my tongue snaking out and licking up to her clit. “You taste so good, so sweet,” I murmur into her and she shudders from the vibrations. “I’ll never get enough of this.”

“Then we’ll have a good marriage,” she teases, until I suck her clit into my mouth, wet, warm, and she gives a sharp cry, calling out my name in such a way that I nearly come on the bed, right there and then.

I pull away, needing a breather, needing to control myself. Her eyes are half-closed, dazed, mouth open with her hair falling over her face.

Goddess.

“I want to fuck you from behind, my queen,” I tell her as I slip my arm under her back and flip her over on the bed so she’s on her stomach.

I position myself behind her ass, her soft, shapely legs between my thighs, my cock hot and inflexible in my hands. With one hand, I run my finger down the crack of her gorgeous bottom, so perfectly round, that I instinctively give it a smack with my palm.

I can’t help it.

“Sir, yes sir,” she murmurs.

I smack it again, hard—crack—the sound filling the room.

“You love your punishment,” I murmur and the moment she nods, I spank her again, this time getting both cheeks, turning them red.

She nods, makes a sweet little sound of urgency, and that alone makes me want to explode.

I take the moment to really tease her and run my thumb over her cunt, making it wet, then drag it up to her ass.

I slowly push it in her opening, tight and taboo.

We’ve never done this before but it’s about time I test the limit.

“God, I love what a Dirty Dane you are,” she says. Her voice is tense, trembling but still dripping with want.

I grin and push my thumb in further, feeling her asshole clench around it.

“Oh god,” she moans.

“You want the rest of me?”

She lets out a breathy laugh. “That’s not how you make babies, Aksel.”

She has a point.

I grab my cock at the base and steadily push it in between her legs, into her cunt, deep as I can go.

I groan as she envelops me, a tight velvet fist. The fact that her legs are closed together means I have the added friction from her thighs.

Fuck. I’m not going to last long.

She grips me from the inside out and I push in further, my breath shuddering.

I press my hand down on her shoulder for leverage, slowly pulling myself out, then back in, trying to find the rhythm without crushing her. My thighs are doing most of the work, shaking slightly, the muscles popping as I move faster and faster, my cock disappearing entirely inside her, the base shiny from her desire.

My hips circle and I shorten my thrusts, so I don’t slip out. She’s wet down to the middle of her thighs, and I want to stay inside her deep like this, tightly packed. It’s such a fucking squeeze that a sweat is breaking out at my temples, my muscles wound too tight.

Aurora is moaning something deep and desperate and loud.

For once we can be fucking loud.

No hiding.

“Do you want to come, my queen?” I whisper hoarsely. “Will you come on my cock?”

She’s groaning, whimpering for release. “Yes, yes.”

I love talking dirty with her.

I love how I can let myself out of the cage, a beast unleashed.

“I’m going to make you come,” I say roughly. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard. Fuck you up so good.”

I move one hand down to her waist and grip her while the other squeezes in between her hips and the mattress until I reach her clit. It’s soaked and my finger slides over it with ease.

That’s all it takes.

Her body tenses and then starts to quake beneath me. She pulses around my cock, her clit throbbing under my finger. A sharp cry leaves her lips, then fades off into breathless little moans.