I am the Queen

"I believe it is my turn." He gave her a toothy grin, yet his eyes spoke a different tune –– one promising of revenge, pain, and pleasure.

And for an odd reason, excitement thumped in her veins. One she thought she would never feel again.

And like her, he didn't waste time and started with the offensive right away. His mouth captured one of her breasts. His teeth gently ground against her nipple, which made her eyes closed while his hands traveled in the most blissful ways in all parts of her body.

His mouth mimicked the actions of her mouth did to his penis. Sucking her soft jiggling breasts and rocking her body with his. The length of his shaft rubbed against her soft folds while his plump tip bumped onto her clit, causing shockwaves to spread across her skin. Their pre cum mixed creating lewd erotic sounds heightened the sensations all the more.

Staring at him, he trailed feather-light kisses from her breast to her navel and finally rested against her pussy.

His intense eyes met hers as he inhaled her scent, steamy hot air escape from his parted lips like he was intoxicated with the smell. It was very erotic.

Her head shifted to the side, fingers clasping her mouth when he extended his tongue and licked her ass all the way to her clit. His tongue was making weird symbols against her aching sex, which made her a messy ball of withering flesh of want and desire.

Her toes and fingers interlaced with the sheets in an attempt to control the overwhelming pleasure. If this continued, she would be the first to orgasm.

She underestimated him.

Her spine arched, eyes opened wide when she was nearing her climax, nearing her peak. She could almost touch it –– then the sensation stopped.

Her eyes shot to his. His grin was wide, eyes squinting from the pleasure of seeing her reached heaven only to be pushed to the ground in full force.

He didn't want her to surrender nor win. No. He wanted to see her squirm and beg for more!

This man . . . is evil.

She didn't have the chance to think more when he plunged two fingers inside her sensitive core. She gasped for air, teeth clenching, refusing for him to have his way.

But it was hard. Really hard. And a moan almost escaped from her lips when his fingers stretched her walls in the most spine arching ways while his mouth nipped her clit.

Biting her bottom lip, her fingers pulled his air with her meager strength, which gradually decreased by the seconds.

He pulled his fingers and licked them one by one, murmuring, "You're ready for me."

He positioned himself to enter her. He rubbed his cock against her sleek folds, coating it with her juices. He leaned closer enough for her to feel his hot breath on her face and smell his musky scent and hear his thundering heart. Or was it hers?

She didn't know nor cared.

He moved forward, and she gasped. Not from the pleasure, but from the sudden burn from being stretched to the maximum.

He was big.

He stopped and asked, "Does it hurt?"

The gentleness of his tone almost caused her eyes to water. She stubbornly blinked them away and nodded honestly.

"Good."

He grinned, followed by the hammering of his hips while his arms held her shoulders, keeping her in place for him to do what he wanted. Her head snapped back, and an indescribable feeling burst from her mouth in the form of a scream.

"Argh!"

She had to let out the overwhelming sensations bottling inside her, or else she would lose her mind from the intense burn from the sudden penetration and the unimaginable pleasure from the fullness of his cock inside her.

He's . . . ruthless.

Alvaro was no better. He just masked it with his usual grinning face. Though the tight knot of his brows and the beads of sweat on his body said otherwise.

Her vagina, her pussy, is something else. It was soft but strong, and her cum was like wet silk around his cock. His entire penis was wrapped in a warm, wet, constricting flesh. Her pussy molded perfectly around his penis, and her pubes created a strong texture against his pelvis. It was simply . . . wonderful.

Looking at her, he could feel her pain, excitement, and lust . . . and he never saw a woman so beautiful and sexy.

But it was not enough.

He still wanted to see her scream and beg for more.

Rozarria breathed a sigh of relief when he removed his cock out from her. But knowing the man, she didn't let her guard down while her muscles tense when he grinned at her as his eyes squinted.

Her guess was correct when soft strokes replaced the ruthlessness he portrayed a moment ago. He pushed inside her, in and out, only the tip of his penis. And she felt every motion of it as it went deeper and deeper, in and out, a little at a time. She scraped what strength she had left from her weakened limbs as he did so.

"Roz . . . you're so beautiful," he cooed, caressing her cheeks as he spoke.

"Do you want it?" he asked in a more than innocent tone, and she knew what he meant exactly.

She didn't reply. Still in the throes of feeling every inch of him, going in and out of her. Teasingly poking her with the right ministration that left her quivering for more. When she had gotten used to his strokes, he pushed his entire cock inside her, and she literally saw stars when her eyes rolled back in her head, and a scream escaped from her lips. Her body tense, and it went weak at the same time. Her hands curled tight around his neck for support.

"I asked a question. Do you want it?" he asked again with an edge to his tone.

Gritting her teeth, she still didn't answer.

Every second she didn't, he continued to torture her. Poking her again and again with the tip of his cock and shoving it all in one swoop when she least expected.

She couldn't let it continue. Gnashing her teeth, she mustered her strength and reversed their position. His eyes widened for a moment, but only for a fraction of second, and he let her straddle and ride him.

Her palms rested against his chest, hips buckled in an erotic dance. Wrapping his entire length with her inner walls, she rode him fast and hard. Sometimes slow while she clenched –– tight.

"Fuck!"

It was his turn to snapped his head back, spine arching and toes curling.

"Do you want it?" she slurred. Enjoying her moment of revenge.

However, it was not for long. His grin was back as he gripped her hips before he piston his hip upward, meeting her every thrust with so much force that sent both their heads snapping back.

He showed no mercy, snapping his hips upwards and back, rocking her body with so much force it caused her boobs to bounce in blurred motion.

The intensity was too much. Her brain was fogging with intoxication. Why isn't he orgasm yet? Isn't a man's orgasm shorter than a woman? If this continued, she would soon reach her peak. She had to escape while she could still think.

But before she could, her strength left her first, and she slumped onto his chest. Even so, he never relented. Worse, he took advantage of her weakened state and flipped her over, and she was back beneath him while he fucked her brain's out.

Every muscle in his body quivered as he fucked her harder and faster. He was power and speed in one –– her very own stallion.

She felt her body convulsed. Every nerve in her body trembled in pleasure, and she let out a scream –– a scream of surrender followed by hot thick liquid bursting from her core.

Growling, he didn't stop and continued to pound harder. He gripped her shoulders to keep her from moving while he doubled in speed and force. He didn't stop nor paused even when she was screaming and panting nonstop.

He plunged his cock deeper inside her, hitting her womb before he released his seeds all over her quavering inner walls.

Panting heavily, he gulped, wetting his dry throat as he stared at the beauty lying beneath him.

She was gasping for air, chest rising and falling. Her flush face was covered in sweat while saliva dripped from the side of her mouth. And he wanted nothing more to kiss her at this very moment. Leaning, he extended his tongue and licked her saliva. He didn't kiss her, though, no matter how much the idea kept jumping inside his head. It was not the right time. Not yet.

His cock still inside her, he asked, "Do you want more?"

She didn't answer right away. Her head shifted to the side while her fingers covered her lips. A rosy tint appeared on her cheeks before she whispered.

"Yes . . ."

And the smile on his face stretched in a full-blown grin.

"Beg me."