Thy Kingdom Come

Aye, she’s been on her knees before, but this is different. Being on her knees is for me to bring her pleasure, not to serve me.

“I don’t mind doing it for you. I want to take care of you,” she whispers, waterdrops sticking to her lashes. “I like it…I like you.”

I can’t stand it any longer.

Bending low, I slam my mouth against hers, kissing her with an urgency that leaves me breathless. She loops her arms around my neck and stands on her toes to reduce the height difference, but I pick her up, coaxing her to wrap her legs around my waist.

I slam her back against the shower wall, needing to be inside of her right fucking now.

Lifting her, I position her over my cock, and without delay, I lower her onto my aching shaft. She shudders. I fucking growl.

She bounces, working my cock as I slam into her over and over again. Our bodies are slick with water and our desire, and each time I pull out and sink back into her pussy, I curse because she feels so good.

Breaking our kiss, I bend and take her nipple into my mouth. I suckle it, enjoying the gasping moans slipping past Babydoll’s parted lips. She clutches my hair, tugging firmly and holding on as I ride her hard.

I lift her arse, encouraging her to bounce on my cock, and when she clenches her muscles around me, I almost come. “Fucking hell,” I curse, increasing the tempo.

She slides up and down, her pussy hugging me tight, and when she shudders, I know she’s going to come. Just as the last shudder leaves her, I pull out, spin her around, and press her body to the tiled wall. I slip back into her pussy, bending my knees to deepen the angle.

I ride her hard, unable to stop this hunger I feel for her. I spread her arse cheeks so I can see the way her cunt hugs my cock—it’s fucking amazing. We fit perfectly.

She splays her hands against the wall, arching her back to take me in deep. She is fearless in everything that she does. I want to fuck her for hours, but being lost in Babydoll is a drug like no other, and when she reaches down to play with herself, I’m hooked to the taste.

After two violent strokes that shift her up the wall, I pull out and come on her lower back with a sated groan. My heart is beating so fast, I’m certain I’m about to have a heart attack.

Babydoll is still playing with herself as I’m coming, but my girl won’t leave here deprived.

I spin her around and drop to my knees before her, as it should be—a man bowing before his queen. She peers down with nothing but love reflected in her eyes as I lower my mouth to her pussy and eat her out.

Her tiny whimpers as she tugs at my hair get me hard once more, but this is about Babydoll and showing her how much she means to me. I may not be able to say it, but I hope she understands this is so much more to me than a casual ride.

She spasms around my tongue, coming once again. I lick every honeyed drop. The moment she sags, I catch her, and we sluggishly kiss as I allow her to taste herself on my lips.

I need her again.

Turning off the water, I dry us off quickly before leading her into the bedroom, where I toss her onto the bed. She crawls up the mattress, watching me with wide eyes.

“These feelings don’t make sense,” she confesses, reflecting my thoughts perfectly.

“Aye, they do not.” I chase after her, pressing my body against hers.

She opens her legs, welcoming me home because that’s how I feel when I’m with Babydoll—she’s my human.

“But I do not care because this is what I want. You are what I want.”

She blinks back what looks like tears. “No one has ever said that to me before.”

“That’s ’cause y’ve been speakin’ to the wrong people.”

“Sometimes, you can be quite charming.” She gasps when I show her how charming I can be when I sink into her pussy.

“Don’tcha tell anyone,” I whisper into her ear, biting the shell as I commence riding her.

“Cross my heart.”

“Hope to die,” I conclude, not realizing how significant that phrase is.