Novel Full Chapter 1037: Poor Nyxire (r-18)
Chapter 1037: Poor Nyxire (r-18)
Madison turned to me, her eyes soft and unguarded in that rare way she only allowed when the rest of the world had disappeared... I haven’t seen that vulnerable in my Queen for sometime now.
"Peter, can I—"
I didn’t let her finish and pulled her into me without any preamble.
She gasped as my mouth claimed hers before the words could form. She melted in me instantly, with her arms winding around my neck and she rose onto her toes to meet my inclined head, fingers threading deep into the hair at the back of my head.
I gripped her waist and pulled her even closer before I lifted her effortlessly off `the floor and she pushed right into me.
Her legs wrapped around me without hesitation, locking tight as her soft body pressed flush against mine in reverence, trust and the building lust, her soft curves pressed against hard muscles of mine, her warmth sinking straight into my bones.
Nyxire let out a low, rumbling snort of pure displeasure of the sin happening right before her when we clearly came to visit her yet we were tainting her eyes now, her head swung sideways to nudge us hard enough to shove us both a full step away from the gate.
We laughed into our kiss and her grumbling, foreheads rested together taking each other in in the soft cover of the stable, Madison’s breath warm and shaky against my lips.
I carried her carefully like she would break to the manger and set her down on the wide wooden edge, the rim pressing into the backs of her thighs.
The hay shifted beneath my queen’s round supple ass as she settled, legs still loosely wrapped around my hips, hands still tangled in my hair. I kissed down her jaw, following the elegant line of her neck, tasting her soft sweet skin until my lips found the sensitive hollow beneath her ear where her pulse fluttered wildly.
She moaned a soft, breathy that made me go crazy and want more of her voice and her sweet skin too but pulled from deep inside her chest — and her fingers tightened in my hair, gripping harder, guiding my mouth exactly where she needed it.
"Right there," she whispered, voice already cracking. "Stay right there."
I obeyed. My teeth grazed her skin, tongue dragging slowly over her racing pulse. She arched off the manger’s edge, pressing herself harder into my mouth, her body trembling under my control and mouth, letting herself getting thrown off from control.
The stable was quiet except for the sounds she made and Nyxire’s irritated snorts in the background and other horses.
My hands slid down to the hem of her dress ever so slightly while maintaining my eyes on her now and then. I pushed the fabric up higher her thighs with deliberate slowness, knuckles brushing warm, smooth skin that tensed and shivered beneath my touch.
She didn’t stop me. Instead, her legs tightened around my hips with her muscles shaking in anticipation, pulling me closer until I could feel the scorching heat of her core radiating through my jeans.
"Peter—" she breathed, my name sounding like both surrender and invitation.
I kissed lower, lips trailing across her collarbone, teeth tugging gently at the neckline of her dress until more soft skin was exposed. Her back arched beautifully in a dangerous curve, offering more her so hot body to me and the hay shifted beneath her in agreement and the wooden manger creaked under her weight.
Her hips began to roll without her knowledge in a slow, instinctive, grinding against the growing hardness of my cock between us. Each deliberate press dragged her center along my cock through too many layers of fabric, making her gasp and do it again, harder.
I gripped her thighs firmly, fingers sinking into soft flesh as I pulled her right to the very edge of the manger, pressing our bodies together until there was almost nothing left between us but fading restraint.
"We’re in a stable," she whispered softly against my ear, a smile shaping her words even as her hips kept moving.
"I know."
"Nyxire is watching."
"She’ll survive."
"The hay is—"
I cut her off with a deep, consuming kiss, tongue sliding against hers while my hands held her exactly where I wanted her... where she could feel how bad I wanted her. Her legs on the other hand locked tighter around me, thighs trembling with effort as she ground her clothed pussy against my cock in slow, devastating circles.
The friction was maddening.
She wanted me just as bad!
Her hands slid down my chest, urgent now and more hungry without any grace you’d expect from a young Goddess-like beauty she was becoming.
She worked my belt open with practiced fingers and fast than she’s ever did, even when we had quickies in cars, popped the button, and slid her hand inside.
Lucky for her... Isabella’s rule of no boxers still held and gave her full access and fast to my cock.
The moment her warm palm wrapped around my thick, hardening cock, a low, guttural sound tore from my chest... her soft fingers gripped just enough and gave a slow but powerful gentle pump of my hard root.
"There he is,"she murmured against my lips, her grip tightening as she stroked me slowly, possessively. "I. Missed. Him."
"You saw him this morning before he claimed Vanessa."
"Missed him anyway... and that was an orgy. I have him alone now."
Her thumb swept over the sensitive big hungry head of my cock, spreading the bead of precum that had already gathered there. She stroked again in a long but slow pump then twisting at the top — and I felt my control fraying at the edges.
"Mmm~" I bit her bottom lip, then soothed it with my tongue while her hand continued its perfect, devastating rhythm.
Nyxire snorted loudly behind us and rattled the stall gate with her head seeing her master lose control like this, clearly offended by that and being ignored.
We laughed.
Madison’s free hand found the back of my neck and pulled me down until our foreheads rested together, breath mingling hotly. Her hand kept stroking me between us, slow and firm, while her hips continued their lazy, grinding roll against my cock.
"We should stop," she whispered, though her hand never slowed.
"Probably," I answered, my own hands gripping her thighs harder, refusing to let her go.
She looked up at me then — brown eyes flecked with gold, full of heat and something far deeper. The face I had loved long before I understood what loving someone truly meant.
"Or..." she said, the single word heavy with promise.
I grinned, voice low and rough with ownership.
"Or."
I dropped to my knees right there on the stable floor, hay crunching softly beneath me, without ever breaking eye contact with her.
Madison, my queen, my perfect little goddess who sat perched on the edge of the manger like she was born to be worshipped... widened her eyes in anticipation, thighs shaking. Her dress was already bunched obscenely high on her thighs, the soft fabric framing the most intimate part of her like a sinful offering only I could ever have in this life.
She watched me with those now golden-flecked brown eyes, lips parted, chest heaving. I could see the wild flutter of her pulse in her throat. I could see the way her soft, thick thighs trembled just from the sight of me kneeling before her.