"Fuck me," Cleopatra hissed, voice ragged and face fully blushing. "Now."
I climbed over her, lined up with her dripping entrance, and—
"As you wish, my Queen," I murmured, voice low, guttural, reverent and ravenous all at once, my hands planted firm beside her hips, caging her beneath me as I stared into those bottomless, amber eyes. My cock throbbed, the tip slick with need, brushing her soaked folds—heat meeting heat—until it nestled right at her entrance, where her tight virgin opening glistened, untouched, unclaimed. Until now.
Her body tensed, breath caught, thighs wide in offering yet trembling. I could feel her heartbeat through her cunt, every pulse beating against the crown of my cock like a secret rhythm begging me to take her. I gripped the back of her thigh with one hand, the other sliding beneath her ass to angle her just right. My hips rolled forward, slow at first, but insistent. Pressure. Resistance. Her breath hitched.
Then I thrust.
