I Am The Queen - Chapter 200

Heat rolled in Eric’s throat. His dėsɨrė swelled, and his pėnɨs rose on his pelvis.

He wanted her. Now. Immediately! He kissed her, took her tongue inside his mouth, and made love with it. His kisses were fierce. Demanding. Punishing. But all said and done, he couldn’t possibly hurt her. His bite turned to nibble, and his suċkɨnġ turned to lick.

Saliva dripped from the side of her mouth. His tongue reached out, ŀɨċkɨnġ every drip before he captured her mouth in his.

Eventually, the kiss could no longer satisfy him. he pressed her against the bed and separated her legs with his knees. He squeezed his throbbing ċȯċk against her pussƴ, earning a sėxy groan from her. His pants were soaked with her secretions, and blazing dėsɨrė was rioting against his pants.

His fingers traveled to her skirt and latched on her pȧntɨės, and the pad of his fingertip teased her wet folds.

“Gentle or heavy?” Eric rasped.

Evangeline bit her lip, hesitating. But unable to resist her body’s dėsɨrė.

“H-heavy . . .”

“Heavy it is . . .”

Eric got up slightly and removed his clothes in a hurry, while Evangeline’s fingers trembled as she removed hers. With just their tops removed, Eric pressed his body against hers once more. He kissed and nibbled her lips. Their tongue danced and explored each other’s mouths. Only stopping for air.

“Mmmmm . . . ,” Evangeline ġrȯȧnėd when Eric’s finger entered her and pumped her for her juices—sometimes stretching her walls, all to prep her.

Without knowing, her legs tightened, and he pinched her nɨppŀė.

“Open your legs,” he whispered.

Evangeline trembled and snatched a look at Eric, who was ŀɨċkɨnġ her neck to her brėȧsts.

“Should I be rougher?” Eric asked and bit her nɨppŀė while his finger pinched her ċŀɨt.

“Agh.” Evangeline’s spine arched, and her legs opened.

The corner of Eric’s lips rose in satisfaction, and he went back into pleasuring her.

Evangeline’s eyes stretched when Eric’s fingers picked up speed. The more finger he inserted, the faster he became. She buckled and bit his shoulder when bolts of pŀėȧsurė racked her nerves.

Eric didn’t care about his bitten shoulder. His fingers continued to pick up speed, stirring her tender flesh.

Evangeline’s head swept back as numbing waves of pŀėȧsurė push through her throat in the form of a gasp. Under his pŀėȧsurė, she lost all care in the world. Immersed in ŀust, her love juices soaked the sheets. She gasped and slumped on the bed. Her eyes were misty and her strength empty.

“Argh!” Evangeline’s eyes flung open when Eric’s teeth nipped her folds before his tongue pierced her hole. Her toes curled, and her fingers latched on Eric’s hair, didn’t know if she wanted to push him away or pulled him deeper.

Her flesh rippled with her secretions, and her spine buckled when she found her released.

She collapsed on the bed. Shoulders rising and falling, brėȧsts heaving. Evangeline’s misty eyes looked beyond the blurs.

Eric’s pėnɨs was hard and proud against his pelvis. It seemed like the veins around it would burst. His hands were on her brėȧsts, squeezing them into irregular shapes, leaving marks on her skin as his fingers pinched and teased her tips.

It was a little painful. But soon, the ache turned into a strange numbness and need. It was then transformed into deep pŀėȧsurė. A pŀėȧsurė that soaked the bed.

Eric rubbed her wetness with his hand. Dripping fluid glistened on his finger before he licked it clean and kissed her.

“Hmp!” Evangeline didn’t like it when he did that. But her body apparently loves it.

A passionate groan escaped from her mouth. Her tongue was numbed from his suċkɨnġ. He took all her breath in without giving her space to retreat.

Evangeline hugged him tightly. She needed his warmth to feel loved and that, in return, she could love him boldly.

His lips moved to her perky nɨppŀės. Taking in one in his mouth as he rubbed his pėnɨs against her abdomen. He teased her until she lost all senses. She flung her head and brought her brėȧsts directly to his mouth.

She was wet and ready, but Eric wanted to tease her more. Even though all he wanted was to take her fierce and rough. His fingers teased her aching sėx, and she gave out a tempting low cry. She pushed her buŧŧock to meet the pumping of his fingers.

When she was reaching her climax once more, Eric withdrew his finger. She looked at him, unsatisfied. He took in her dissatisfied look as he licked off her ċum. Her flush face was moving as the glistening ċum on his fingers was fascinating.

Evangeline opened her mouth to voice out her complains but was silent by Eric’s lips. Their tongue wrapped around each other, and her hand moved to his manhood. Her fingers repeatedly kneaded his pėnɨs, and he let out a hoarse groan.

“Impatient?”

Evangeline licked her lips. “You’re making me wait. You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

Eric just grinned and bit her lips before ŀɨċkɨnġ it. “Who knows.”

He grabbed her hand and pushed his pėnɨs inside her vȧġɨnȧ just enough to fit the tip of his manhood. Evangeline released a pŀėȧsurėd mȯȧn. She rubbed her body against his, hitting Eric’s dėsɨrė.

Eric wanted for her to suffer a little, but it turned that he was the one suffering more. The pain in his lower abdomen was driving him insane. He had nothing in his mind but to bury himself inside her.

Eric’s sweat dropped on the sheet. She was so wet and tight, and his mind was consumed with nothing but ŀust. Couldn’t control himself, he rammed into her, back and forth. His hands reached her shaking brėȧsts, squeezing them into shapes.

The sound of body slapping together echoed in the room along with their pŀėȧsurėd mȯȧns. Evangeline bit her lips when Eric changed their position yet again. Her legs were wide open for him to trust as he pleased. She allowed him to do as he pleased and reached climax together countless times before he ėʝȧċuŀȧtėd onto her body.

Her eyes were misty and red as her face was flush, and the screams and mȯȧns made her throat sore. Saliva dripped from her parted lips, and still, Eric wouldn’t let her go.

He was consumed with dėsɨrė as he penetrated her from behind. Her vȧġɨnȧ was red and swollen and hot thick fluid overflowed from its tiny hole.

“N-no more . . . ,” Evangeline begged for mercy. She knew he was doing it on purpose. Her body collapsed on the bed while his hard rock pėnɨs was still inside her. His warm ċhėst felt nice against the coldness of her back.

Licking the sweet on her neck and cheek, Eric whispered her name.

“Eve . . .”

Evangeline was in a daze. Her mind and body were floating in euphoria. But she still instinctively answered, “Hmm . . . ?”

Silver eyes glowed with affection as he looked at her.

“I love you.”

He held her tight and ėʝȧċuŀȧtėd inside her. For a few minutes, their ragged breathing stabilized before Eric got up to get a damp cloth. He cleaned Evangeline’s body but paused when she mȯȧnėd his name.

“Eric . . .”

He looked up and saw her eyelids moving before she opened her eyes and looked at him.

And he was suddenly aroused. He dropped the clothe and lifted her leg.. He squeezed his erect pėnɨs into her tiny pussƴ and pushed in deep for another round.