Chapter 9

David

“Yes…David. Right there.”

It’s about time I hear her moan my name. I finally got her to let go, play against the rules, and color freely.

I knew it was a matter of time before she’d be under me, one way or the other. And if I have to show her that I’m worth breaking the rules for, then, I’ll do just about anything.

One thing I love more than getting my dick sucked is praising a woman with my tongue.

And fuck, Vivienne and that fucking body of hers needs to be praised.

“How about right here?” I push the lace to the side and glide a finger over her moist lips.

Her body jerks and her hips push forward, and I gradually insert a finger.

“Ahhh… again.”

“Love, I’m going to fuck you with my finger and then I’m going to lick your wet pussy until you come down my throat. I know what I’m doing.”

She looks up at me, and her eyes widen in shock, not expecting me to tell her to shut the fuck up…in a nice way, at least.

“Then do it already,” she challenges me.

“You going to wish you never said that.” I insert another finger and use the palm of my hand to rub her clit.

Gliding in and out of her wetness, she grabs my shoulders and begins to thrust against me.

“That’s better,” she moans out.

“You’re fucking insatiable.”

Her lips spread into a satisfied smile, and her head falls back. My fingers fuck her faster, adding more pressure to her clit, massaging it roughly.

“God damn it,” she cries out, yet in a hushed tone.

“I bet you wish you could scream.”

“Ahhh…” she moans against my mouth.

“Don’t you want everyone to know how fucking good you feel? With the King finger fucking you?”

“David…” she whimpers.

“I want to hear it. I want to hear you say name. Make me feel like the fucking King that I am.”

I move my lips down to her chest, licking her collar bone, and tracing a path to her tits. And like the good little girl she pretends to be, I’m greeted with two fully exposed breasts with no bra in sight.

“Do you like knowing you’re a fabric away from showing the world these fucking gorgeous tits?” I suck a nipple into my mouth, and my tongue flicks it.

Her cunt clenches around me, and I continue to swirl the hard bead in my mouth. She grabs my head pulling it into her, and she begins to writhe underneath me. Her hips grind against me, and her back arches, lifting her breast fully into my mouth.

“Hmmmm…you taste so fucking good.”

Her body quivers, and her drenched walls tighten around my fingers. I hold on to her waist and watch her orgasm shatter beneath me.

This has to be considered one of the Seven Wonders of the World, because holy shit, she’s breathtaking.

“David,” she groans out softly and slowly comes back to reality.

“I want more,” I admit. “Grab on to the coat behind you.”

I get down on my knees and grab her free leg that was once wrapped around me, and put it on my shoulder.

“You smell so good,” I growl.

“Fuck, David. Take me, please.” I swear, it’s like magic. Sooner or later, they always beg me for more.

“I’ve been wanting to dive into this wetness since the moment I saw you,” I run my nose up and down her slit, nuzzling it on her clit.

“Hmm…I love seeing the king kneeling before me,” she moans, grabbing my head and pushing me into her.

Jeez, thank God I know how to swim. Even now, she’s so controlling. But I do like these new demands, I’ll be more than happy to oblige to these always.

I lick her pussy from taint to clit, coating my tongue with her juices.

“You taste so fucking sweet, love.” And it’s true, she’s intoxicatingly sweet.

How in the hell could I ever resist this? What was she thinking? It’s like denying a dog a bone, it’s just mean.

“Suck me, David.” She demands.

“So greedy, Ms. Taylor,” I smile, and suck her clit, grazing it ever so slightly with my teeth.

Her hips buck against me, and I grab her ass, keeping her in my hold.

“Yes, yes…” She starts to shake around me, and I insert a finger into her, sliding it in and out swiftly.

She really seems to like it when I break the rules. I’ll definitely be filing that crucial bit of information for later.

She moans, and the once whisper gradually becomes louder.

“Shhh…love,” I remind her, but my voice is muffled seeing as my mouth is full of her pussy.

I continue to stroke her with my tongue, and she grinds up against my face. I feel her body start to tense and a rapid fire of intense quakes roll through her.

“Oh my God, David!” She screams loudly and then combusts. My fingers coax her through what feels like an earth-shattering orgasm.

She exhales, and her body relaxes.

“OH MY GOD!” A voice screams in…terror?

What the fuck? That didn’t sound like Vivienne.

“Oh my God, David!” Vivienne repeats herself, this time in a ‘we’re fucked’ tone that’s riddled with humiliation.

I guide her leg down, and I bring one of my knees up for balance. Turning towards the voice of what I think is a woman, I’m instead met with a hound of photographers and yes, a woman—a very old woman—with her hands over her mouth.

“WHO IS THIS WOMAN?” The photographers start to yell, and the cameras start to clink frantically.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO DOING IN THE COAT CLOSET?”

“YOUR MAJESTY, IS THIS YOUR GIRLFRIEND?”

I smile, tightly, and look up at Vivienne who’s mortified. She covers herself quickly and puts her hands on my shoulder and faces the cameras, like she’s in some fucking Miss Universe pageant.

“We didn’t close the door, did we?” She says through a plastered-on smile.

“I guess that’s one thing we’ll have to practice.”

“Fucking hell.”

I know this looks bad, really fucking bad, but a part of me—including my aching cock—is enjoying this.

So much for that fucking PR strategy, love.