Pampered by the Villainous Tyrant King

Chapter 41 (MM)

Not that she didn't enjoy all the aspects. She had certainly encouraged him with light, seductive touches that made him all the more enthusiastic. Only now, Annabeth was afraid by the glint in his darkening green eyes that the king was planning to spend all his stamina on her tonight.

Annabeth tugged on the king's shirt. He still hadn't undressed while half of her body was splayed out wantonly over her desk.

"Bedroom..."

In the small bit of rationale left in mind, Annabeth didn't want her documents to be further messed up than they already were. Besides, the desk was too hard for her back.

The king more than willingly obliged. His arms went underneath her, and she was princess-carried to her bedroom. Annabeth didn't make the process easy for him as she attacked his neck with her lips and tongue. His arms around her tightened and she felt his chest grumble with his groan, warning her not to go too far lest she wanted to be up all night. Naturally, Annabeth dutifully ignored his cues.

Somewhere in the haze as her lips latched onto his neck, she was unconsciously thinking that this man was hers. No one else's. Just hers alone.

The soft mattress sank underneath her weight as the king placed her down. Then he buried his head between her breasts, lips and teeth nipping at whatever tender skin he could find. The bodice of the dress had already slipped down as long as it could go without tearing apart at the seams, which only served to frustrate the king.

The king growled in annoyance and managed to untie the laces from the back with Annabeth's eager help. Finally, her chest was freed, only to be immediately covered by his hands and mouth. Warmth lapped all over her skin as tingles spread delightfully through her nerves. She tugged at his dark hair when he gave an overly enthusiastic nip on her breast.

The king lifted his head up and gave her an apologetic smile, though he definitely didn't feel sorry judging by the laughter in his eyes. In retaliation, Annabeth felt for his still covered erection and gave him an impudent squeeze.

"Oh!" The king grunted while Annabeth laughed.

She gave him a few naughty pumps of her hand. Her laughter didn't last long as she found herself on her stomach with her hips lifted in the air.

His hot chest was pressed against her back while his hands tore her thighs apart and exposed her nether regions. Annabeth felt the heated head of his engorged member press against her swollen lower lips. He didn't thrust in just yet. Frustratingly, the king circled his hips, letting the head of his member just nudge against her entrance and her sensitive clitoris.

"Your Majesty..." Annabeth turned and pleaded. "Percy..."

At the mention of his name, the king growled. Both Annabeth and the king moaned as he thrust right in. Annabeth's hands clenched the sheets and her mouth dropped open as inch by inch his member stretched her walls that had yet to fully adjust to his size so quickly. Every nerve was firing inside her rapidly as he filled her up to the brim.

When he began to move, Annabeth felt the quickening waves of pleasure tense her toes. Her body was shaking uncontrollably, but the king kept her entrapped within his arms as he slammed into her.

"Oooh, right there."

Annabeth moaned again and moved her hips back as much as she could with his thrusts. There was some part of her, deep within her hidden desires, that liked it when the sex was rough. Of course, the king could never hurt her. Even now, he was pressing gentle kisses at her back that were in such contrast to the steady thrusts between her thighs.

"Ah!"

In one particular movement, the king had found the perfect spot within her that had her head rearing back. He wasted no time in aiming for that spot that made bursts of pleasure spread throughout her body. Annabeth cried out again as his relentless pursuit caused her back to arch.