It doesn't matter if she's already pregnant, I always have the need to plant my seed inside her. She's still coming down from the orgasm I just gave her with my mouth as I release my throbbing length from my breeches and slam myself inside her in one slick thrust.
She cries out and arches her back as she lifts her hips up to me, her legs falling open—the sweetest offering a king can get—allowing me to slide into her deeper.
I grit my teeth as I choke out. “Still tight as the day we met. I’d give up every kingdom in every realm for this pussy. You know that?”
She says my name in a shaky voice, and that's all I need to hear to know what my queen wants.
I begin to slide in and out of her torturously slowly, dragging her to the edge of release and then backing off.
“Julian,” she moans my name in frustration, and I chuckle. This slow teasing is driving me insane too, but I love nothing more than to edge her so that when she finally does fall off that cliff, she's insane with pleasure. It makes it that much sweeter.
“Julian, I can't!” she begs, and I finally lose it at the whine in her voice.
I smash my lips down onto hers and thrust my tongue in and out of her mouth as I mimic the tempo of my hips. I jut my cock into her hard and deep over and over again, making sure to hit that spot inside her I know will have her gushing on me in no time.
Her arms and legs tighten around me, and she screams into my mouth, her pussy fluttering around me just as I feel my own release overtake me. I flood her womb with everything in me while she falls open around me like a flower in bloom. Her greedy cunt tightens around me, sucking up every pulse I have to give her.
I’m shaking with emotion as I gather her to my chest and kiss her reverently. “Fuck, Amelia, I love you, my queen,” I whisper against her lips in between crazed kisses.
She spears her fingers through my hair as she looks lovingly up into my eyes. “I love you too, my king.”