Arabella's and Hardin's story continues....
After almost three years of blissful marriage, and reigning as King and Queen, our star crossed lovers can't find a single fault in their perfection of a life.
Then, it gets even better with a special deli...
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Four sectors, two days and incessantly annoying pain striking my lower back that I just couldn't seem to shake. Yet this...this made it all worth it.
Sighing, I let my head tilt back, fog billowing all around us, fogging up the glass screens that separated us from the real world. Our hazy lustful glaze was all I cared about now.
That this man that would only ever kneel to me. His Queen.
"Hardin," I softly breathed out, massaging his deep brown tendrils as he continued to lap his long soft tongue at my core, causing my resolve and mind to slowly languish away.
He pulled back and I whined in response, needing him more than ever. A sultry grin curled up on his lips, and on instinct I glanced down at him.
Hair sopping wet, droplets of pure water trickling all over his bare skin. Eyes glazed over with arousal and nostrils breathing heavy, as though restrain was something not easily practiced anymore.
I could barely meet his eyes over my large swollen bump, the bump he continued to caress with his large calloused hands. His thumb glided over my soft skin, and gently rubbed circles over my swollen clit.
I squirmed, pushing my core towards his face, needing relief like I had never needed it here. Grinning, he kept our gaze and leant in, softly lapping at me core once again.
"Fuck." I moaned, eyes rolling into my head. His fingers penetrated me, two...then three...and then four? "Oh my god!" Crying, he continued to brutally fuck me with his hand.
My slick passage moulding and contorting to fit him inside. His lips closed around my clit and sucked hard, tearing apart any pain or doubt. All I wanted was more.
More pleasure, more of him, more of my ending.
"Hardin please," I clenched around his fingers. Then ever so slowly, he pulled out, before shoving two back inside me. I focused on that pleasure, until I felt a sharp sudden intrusion.
"Hardin no," I groaned, even though I was screaming yes inside.
Dragging my slickness to my back passage, he forced my thighs more open and pushed up. I moaned, cried and begged for him to move, to fuck, to suck, to do anything and yet he just stilled.
His fingers inside me pussy, one inside my ass and his lips wound tight around my clit. "Hardin, please let me cum." My body writhed, needing anything. He could have merely fanned hot air onto my clit and I would be done for.
"What's the magic word?" I didn't fucking know and even if I did, my mind was too mentally fucked to even say it. "What is it?" He twisted his fingers inside of me and my knees bucked.
"Please?" He tutted, nipping slightly at my clit.
"It's please, your Majesty. Remember, I'm your King baby." Right, this all started because I was being cheeky. Me quipping at him with a yes your Majesty, after that I was gone.
