His Pretty Little Queen: A Dark Mafia, Age Gap Romance (Kids of The District Book 5)
His Pretty Little Queen: Chapter 8

SHE IS STILL ASLEEP when I take her again with the knowledge that she is ready to accept her pretty body. Forgive her pretty body. It’s apparent as I spread her thighs open, her legs flopping lax, trusting, welcoming, that she conquered some of her demons last night.

‘So snug, little deer,’ I groan by her ear, sliding into her hot, tight pussy. ‘Let me in, sweet girl.’

She gasps but receives me as I brace my body over hers, pressing in, forcing her to take me to the hilt. I couldn’t wait last night, and dammit, I lost my mind when I saw her pleasuring herself. Fighting through tears…

Was that for me?

She wants to handle my evil.

I’ll never let my evil infect her…

And yet, my lack of self-control with her is a serious concern, dangerous, even. Where I find myself— Christ, seeking a kind of comfort, approval, sanctuary—

‘Clay.’

Groaning, ‘Fawn,’ I stay deep while she wakes up, my lips sliding against her sleepy, clumsy mouth and uncertain little breaths.

I start to move slowly. Her arse recoils into the mattress each time I hit the end of her, only to lift and chase the invasion when I draw out.

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And so relaxed tonight…

‘Christ. You hold me so beautifully. Make no mistake that you are mine.’ Her tight body is completely covered by mine, taking my measured, deep drives, accepting all of me.

She accepts all of me…

And she smells like me, too, becoming a part of me, still stuffed with my cum from last night, but I need more…

Fuck.

She is so young.

Fuck.

I didn’t consider what she might want to do in this new world I’ve given her, didn’t consider how she might want to experiment… The image of my stunning wife and my pretty little deer touching each other forces a growl through me as I pick up pace, fuelled by possessiveness.

I thought there wasn’t a fucker alive who I would have to share her with…

The arrogant man in me overlooked that my sweet girl might want to experience other sexual practices like most young women do with each other.

The vivid image spurs me on to the point of frenzy, feeling violently territorial, as I know I’ll give her the world. Every experience she desires. Every sweet thing. Every pleasure. I despise my love for her because it means I’ll say yes—yes to anything and everything that’ll make her smile.

The primal sensation consuming me drives me wild, and she is so fragile beneath me, soft and smooth, and I’m fucking her now with every inch of power in my hips.

My pelvis grinds on hers.

She releases throaty moans.

I withdraw fast.

My hard drives throw her up, her shoulders hitting my forearms with each deep, hard fuck. This is what I can give her that no one else will, and I’ll remind her every day of that fact.

There is something else I can give her too. A reason to stack pillows, to bake cakes, and to wake up in the morning.

To be mine. Forever.

My cock throbs, enveloped in her clinging little pussy as she wrings the goddamn sensations up from my balls. I slide my hand to her lower abdomen, pressing down, applying weight until she is overwhelmed by the pressure.

She cries out, ‘Sir, yes, please,’ and I eat her words.

Quaking around my cock, her orgasm thrashes within her, forcing her to tense and release sweet, choppy yelps.

My balls immediately tighten, my abdomen bunching to her sweet, whimpering cadence, and I spill into her with a shuddering growl. Demanding I stay deep while I fill her, I feel the sensations of warmth, tightness, and closeness as she ripples around me, sharing my climax.

I rest in her hair, animalistic.

And feeling too much.

I need to get her vitamins tomorrow.

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