Chapter 14

Vivienne

“Spread your legs.”

I do as the King orders and press my breast against the wooden desk. I spread my legs to either side of his broad stance and arch my back, waving my ass in the air.

I’m so fucking hot that the breeze from the cool air does nothing but add to my ache. It’s like adding oxygen to a fire, that shit just stokes the flames.

He hikes my skirt up, exposing my ass to him, and he moves his hand from the back of my knee up to the crease of my cheek, teasing the skin around my drenched lips.

“David, fucking touch me,” I yell.

I’m sorry, I won’t fucking wait for him to rile me up. I’m already on the brink of exploding, even though he has yet to touch me.

“Impatient as ever, Ms. Taylor. What happened to our manners?”

A finger slides over the lace of my panties, tracing the intricate design.

“Fuck, love, you’re soaked. You like playing pretend, don’t you?”

“Yes…” I whimper out, his teasing makes it unbearably difficult to form words…and thoughts.

Leaning over me, pressing his overly clothed chest on my back, he whispers in my ear, “Tell me what you want, Vivienne. Do you want the bad King, or the good one?”

My knees buckle as his low, thick voice shatters every sense I had left in my mind and body.

Instinctively, I push my ass up against his groin, feeling his twelve-inch cock throb against me.

“I want the King who knows how to fuck me.” I pant. “And fuck me hard and good.”

The weight of his body leaves me, but I feel him frantically discarding his suit jacket and shirt.

I grin into the desk, and I feel my cheeks blush, feeling a bit embarrassed. I was too fucking horny to even take his shirt off before I sucked his dick.

I guess, everyone has been right all along, including me. But, seriously, how the fuck do you say no to a King? Well, really, to David, especially when you don’t want to.

And I’m sure you’re laughing right at me, knowing all along I’d be under or over him again, somehow. Hell, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think I would be, either. I mean, I haven’t stopped wanting this.

We also never said that this was a platonic engagement—excuse me, fake arrangement. Plus, I’ve said yes to him before, and although I had to scramble to make up for it, I don’t regret it.

I know I won’t regret this time, either. Any orgasm with David is a goddamn blessing. Sounds cheesy, but you’d think the same thing if it happened to you.

“Oh my god.” His finger slides into my wet pussy with no warning. The walls of my cunt clench at his haste, but spread around, and he glides out.

“Ahh, David!” I yell. He pushes back and inserts another finger, spreading me wider.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts out.

He starts to fuck me with his fingers, lathering in my wetness, and my hips sway to his movement. But then, he pulls out and spreads my juices up my taint, reaching my puckered asshole.

“But I want to explore here first.”

I didn’t think he was serious when he said we wanted to play with my ass, but fuck it. Why the hell not?

It’s not like this is my first time, but it has been a while.

“What do you say, love? Yes, please?” he asks, tracing a pattern with his finger on my ass.

I squirm as his touch tightens my gnawing ache, and the head of his cock touches my cunt.

“Ahh…” I moan, too loudly. “Yes, please.”

“There are your manners.”

Again, without warning, he rips off my panties, throwing them to the side, and rubs my clit.

“Shit, David. Oh my god.” He rubs harder, intensely circling my sensitive nub, and I feel the wetness of my pussy start to pool.

I’m so wet, the juices are definitely dripping down my legs.

A finger circles my asshole, and he inserts a tip.

I wince, feeling the slightest pinch, but it disappears quickly. I lift my ass again, wanting more.

“Fuck me, David.”

A growl escapes his lips, and his hand moves from my clit, gathering my juices and lubes my ass with it.

“Hold on, love.”

I brace myself, but I know I can take him. If I can swallow him without a gag, I can take him in the ass easily.

Once he lubes me, I feel the tip of his dick glide along my lips, covering his thickness with my juices, and then he plunges into me.

“Holy fuck, David!” I cry out in pleasure.

He grunts. “Your ass feels so fucking amazing.”

I lift my hips up and push against him, and he rocks into me harder. I lift my body up with my arms, and he reaches around me, thumbing my clit.

That fucking thumb.

“Yes…harder.” I yell.

I can’t believe this is happening. But it’s too late for make-believe, this shit is shattering my reality as we speak.

I bear down on the desk, almost on all fours, and he continues to pound me.

“Who would’ve thought the proper ‘fake’ Queen likes it in the ass?” He grunts, and I can hear the smile grow on his face.

“Never judge by appearances, darling,” I groan through heavy pants. “Haven’t I taught you anything?”

He scoffs, and jerks into me sharply.

“Yes…” My body starts to quiver.

“Now it’s your turn, love. Come for your King.” He demands, and I do.

The buildup of tension that lay dormant all day now crashes through me. I shake aggressively and scream out his name.

The room around me goes black, and I only hear his voice coaching me through it.

“That’s right, love. Show me how good my dick feels.”

His body stills and I feel him jerk inside me.

“I’m coming. Fuck!” Cum powerfully fills my ass, prolonging my ecstasy.

Emptying himself, he slowly peels off and out of me, and I lie there, catching my breath and basking in orgasmic bliss, feeling so sated and full.

This arrangement is working better than I ever thought. What woman can say that they can have their cake and eat it, too?