Page 72 of Depraved Royals

Still holding my buttocks, he slips his thumb between my juicy pussy lips, dragging my wetness up and onto my asshole. He moves it around, making me slippery. I groan as he presses his thumb into me, his fingertips squeezing my flesh as he grips me tight.

“You’re so tight.” He slides his thumb in and out, and I clutch at it, my pussy spasming with jealousy. “Fucking dirty girl, you are. I’m a lucky bastard.”

I’m beside myself with joy. All the pressure and loss we both have to face are forgotten. There’s only us.

If my pussy has a mind of its own, it’s losing it. I feel almost painfully empty, and I can’t take it anymore.

“Kal, just do what you want,” I say, pushing back onto him. His cock is like a firebrand on my ass, and he presses against my entrance, earning a fresh gush of juice.

“Touch yourself,” he says. “I won’t pretend this is gonna last long. All you have to do is take me, but I know you want to come too. You can do that for me, can’t you?”

He slips inside me, and I hiss through my teeth. His girth is a challenge, no matter how wet I am. I reach beneath me, finding my clit as he leans his weight onto me, pushing his cock into the hilt.

“Oh fuck. There’s nothing better, I swear.” Kal seems to be talking more to himself than me. “I’ll never get enough of you.”

He pushes the thumb in my asshole even deeper, getting a firm grip on my buttock. He leans over my back, his other hand snaking around my throat. I feel the bones in his fingers as he squeezes my neck just firmly enough for me to shudder at the sensation.

“You’d better be ready,” he says, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. He moves his hips, pulling almost entirely out of me before sliding deep inside me again. His thumb only magnifies the sensation in my ass, and as my pussy squeezes his shaft, my ass contracts too.

Kal moves his thumb in time with his thrusts. He leans close to my ear.

“Ever felt this good before?” he asks.

How he thinks I have the capacity to answer him, I don’t know. He’s driving me towards my orgasm, my fingers on my clit helping me along.

He slows down. “Answer.”

“No,” I gasp. He seems satisfied with this, and his movements gather pace once again.

“Well, get used to it. I’ll give you everything I’ve got, and that will be enough. You belong to me.” He slams his cock into me so hard that I nearly smack into the headboard. “Don’t you?”

“Yes.” My core is heating now, and the pleasure is radiating through my body. “Yes, Kal! Just keep fucking me!”

He growls and pulls me upright, his hand still wrapped around my throat. I cry out as he removes his thumb from my ass so he can grip my waist with both hands, bouncing me on him. His hot breath in my ear as he fucks me tips me over the edge, and my pussy gushes as I clutch and shudder all over his cock. He slams me onto him and holds me in place, emptying into my pussy.

We don’t move for a minute. I lean against him, and he wraps his arms around my body to support me. The bed sheets are soaked with our fluids, and we’re both covered in sweat.

I start to feel cold and disentangle myself from Kal’s embrace, pulling on my clothes. He takes my cue and does the same, but as he’s buttoning his shirt, I see the scar again.

“Tell me what happened to you,” I say, gesturing at the silvery line streaking his skin.

“It’s a burn,” he says. “My mother threw a baking tray at me when it just came out of the oven. She never told me why. I tried to move, but it landed on top of me, edge down, and burned my t-shirt onto my skin. I was eight.”

He seems to be miles away, and I’m heartsore. The man I love carries such a painful burden. These memories will haunt him forever.

“I understand why you want to make a new start,” I say. “I really do. But it’s gonna be hard for me to come to terms with leaving my family behind.”

Kal stands beside me and takes my hand.

“I won’t force you,” he says. “You ran away, and we found each other. But all bullshit aside, Dani - I won’t hold you back. Reality may yet be too much. If you want to go home and live your life, I’ll provide for you and the baby and ask only that you don’t shut me out completely. I love you, but I won’t hurt you to keep you by my side.”

“No.” I kiss him. “I’m staying with you, whatever comes. If my father hunts us down and we have to live on the run forever, that’s how it is. Some scars run too deep to heal properly, so we live with them.”

* * *

I smile at the waitress as she places our food in front of us.

“Thanks, doll,” Kal says. He picks up his burger. “So, where shall we go?”