Alpha King Amir

Chapter 34

Sexual Content Ahead ⚠️

GENESIS

It has been two days since my operation and I could already feel the difference within myself. Nothing too drastic yet, but the slight changes surely didn't go unnoticed.

I haven't left Amir's wing of the castle, and have been catered to hand and foot while I 'recovered'.

After our little encounter in his office, I haven't seen much of him as he seemed to be busier now more than ever.

Sighing, I threw myself back on his bed feeling a sense of calm as his delectable scent engulfed me in a light caress.

For the past days I noticed a sort of craving that developed, a gnawing hunger that begged to be filled.

But not hunger for food.

All I had to satiate myself was his heavenly musk that coated the room and the feathery kisses to my forehead that he would give when he came in at nights while I slept.

Or had I dreamt of those kisses? Dreamt of him pulling me close, as I snuggled into his body only for him to disappear before I woke up the next day?

I missed him.

The pattering of rain against the glass windows did nothing to quell the heat that formed in my stomach.

If anything, it only encouraged it's growth, coaxing my fingers forward to rid the feelings of need that had developed.

I couldn't resist the urge any longer, my hands worked on their own accord, swiftly removing the lace fabric of my panties from my body.

The desperation grew as my fingers reached towards my centre and coated themselves in the evidence of my excitement.

I couldn't help the soft mewl that escaped my throat as my fingers started their slow torturous movements.

My mind replaced my fingers with his own, causing my back to arch as I imagine his long skillful fingers navigating my body.

Slowly, I inserted a finger, exploring gently, wishing it was him.

Then another.

The urgency of my needs became too much for the slow exploration. Too calm, too sweet for a time like this.

With two fingers deep, I plunged into myself mercilessly, over and over again.

I wanted to scream at the slight pain mixed with the immense pleasure. I curled my fingers, rubbing them against the spot that caused my body to spasm.

My mind conjured his rough, calloused hands molding my body into what he wanted it to be.

Pinching, twisting, rubbing, plunging.

This was enough to release the scream that was trapped in my throat.

The rain and my cries harmonized, forming the most perfect of melodies, I was right at the edge of my grand finale and I could feel the bubble of the most perfect of notes.

My left hand that had latched itself onto the peak of my breast found it's way to the sheets.

My hand grabbed it and wrung it into a vice like grip as the most sinful moans fell from my lips.

His face was a clear picture in my mind, the straightness of his nose, the pink of his lips and the most gorgeously full beard.

I imagined that face positioned perfectly between my thighs, as his tongue ran itself from my slit to the delightful peak of my clitoris.

My body shivered as my fingers coated in the thick, creaminess of my arousal, rubbed at my clitoris.

My head rolled back, hitting the bed and my eyes followed suit rolling to the back of my head.

My teeth clenched, my thighs squeezed themself shut and my body shook as the impact of my orgasm came on like a tsunami.

"Amir" his name fell from my lips like a beautiful song as I finished, spent.

I struggled to catch my breath, struggled to comprehend the most mind blowing orgasm that I have ever had in my life.

I felt like I had done every drug imaginable to accomplish this high, and only then did I realize that tears were streaming down my face.

"Holy fuck" I breathed.

My nipples were still erected, my centre and sheets trenched and my mind hazy when I heard foot steps quickly approaching the door.

It wasn't time for my meals, it was too early for Amir to be back, so who could this be?

In a daze, I tried as best as I could to strip the sheets in a hurry and throw on one of Amir's T-Shirt.

"Shit the scent" I whispered harshly to myself as I brought the sheets to the en-suite bathroom and grabbed some air fresheners.

This is not how I had expected to spend the aftermath of such a high.

I sprayed each corner of the room before rushing back to the bathroom to use a wash cloth to clean up.

Too late. My mind whispered as a rapid knock sounded at the door.

"Give me one moment please" I cried out trying to use the cloth to scrub away at the tender skin of my inner thighs.

Another knock.

"I'll be there shortly" I screamed again.

Trying to tame the unruly hair atop my head.

I splashed some water on my face to rid the rosiness of my cheeks that would be a dead give away of the sin I just committed.

Another knock, and another, and another.

Does this person know the definition of patience?

I dried my face and doused myself in a little body splash for good measure.

"Shit. Is this room sound proof?" I couldn't help but giggle to myself at the possibility.

I was still in a good mood courtesy of the natural drugs my body provided me.

I pulled the door open.

"My apologies, I was a little preoccupied-" I started.

"So you're the whore who has been warming my son's bed there days?"

Consider my good mood gone.

I can't catch a break, can I?

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