Page 87 of Depraved Royals
“D’you know what?” he says, slapping my ass, “I’m gonna fuck your ass. When I say so, relax and breathe out. Ready?”
I inhale deeply.
“Now.”
I let out my breath and let my internal muscles go limp. The butt plug slides out easily with one firm pull from Kal, and he drops it beside the seat.
He slides his cock out of me, and I never felt more empty.
“Please, Kal. Put somethingsomewhere! I’m too turned on to care.”
Kal rests his slick cock in the valley between my buttocks, moving his length against my skin. He uses his thumb to pick up my natural lubrication and apply it to my tender asshole, getting it good and slippery.
“You want me in here?” He rests the bulbous head against me, pushing gently. “You want me to wreck your asshole? Because I’m not gonna go easy on you.”
I push my hips back against him, so he slips into me a little more.
“You’d better mean that,” I groan. “Fuck my ass. I wanna feel you come in there.”
Kal takes hold of my ass cheeks in his hands and leans his weight onto me, nudging his cock past the tight ring of muscle. I wince as he fills me, my pussy spasming and clutching at nothing. My hand moves beneath me, reaching for my clit, and I’m astonished to find I’m so wet it’s like a running faucet.
I brace my arms against the seat, biting my lip as Kal pulls almost all the way out of my ass before plunging deep inside again. It hurts, but the searing pain is jumbled up. My fingers are generating intense pleasure in my clit, and as it mingles with the stretching fullness in my ass, the overall feeling is indescribable.
My climax is taking hold when Kal’s hand reaches around me, taking hold of my throat. He pulls me back and snarls as he picks up pace, slamming in and out of me faster and faster.
“You fucking dirty bitch,” he says as he pounds me. “I never knew you were such an ass slut. You like all your holes ruined, don’t you?”
I’m coming. How could I not? The man who loves me and wants to fuck me until I come screaming is one and the same. Could I be any luckier?
I scream and tense up, my muscles clamping onto Kal’s cock, and he slams into me one last time, coming deep inside my ass. He collapses onto me, and I can hear him panting in my ear.
Kal pulls out of me and rearranges his clothing. I turn around in the seat and sit down awkwardly, aware that I’m probably getting his ejaculate all over the place.
He laughs when he looks up at me.
“Here,” he says, rummaging in the carry-on luggage, “There’s your maternity nightgown thing here.” He passes it to me, and I slip it over my head, grateful to be covered up.
“Tell me this isn’t all you brought, Kal. I need some actual clothes.”
“When will you learn?” Kal sits in his seat and closes his eyes. “Of course I packed properly. There needs to be more trust in this marriage.”
I smile. “Idotrust you. With my life. And my heart. Just not with my luggage.”
“Oh well,” Kal says, yawning. “Two out of three is pretty good. And since you didn’t ask, we’re going to Paris.”
I squeal with delight. “Paris? For Christmas?”
“Yes, and for all of January. You wanted to attend that lecture course, didn’t you?”
“Thank you. What will you do while I’m studying?”
Kal shrugs. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just join a bohemian commune and sit around, brooding over whimsical poetry.”
I watch him as he settles down to rest.
My husband. Kal Antonov - the man who earned the love of a princess and will become a king.
“You were right when you said we’re royalty, you know.”