Free Man Who Should be King by Mlyn Hurn Page A

not,” Marcus added a few seconds later.
    Syranna tried to tighten her muscles and prevent him further
admission, but it was too late. His cock shoved the rest of the way into her
body as his hands forced her down onto his rod. She shivered as her body
adjusted to the fullness inside her. Last time had been so brief. He had barely
entered her when her control of him took over. Now she knew what would have
happened if she had not interfered.
     
    Abruptly Marcus parted their bodies. He stood and stepped
from the tub, pulling Syranna up and out of the water a second later. Her gasp
was lost as he carried her to the bed and dropped her upon it. Less than a
millisecond later, Marcus was thrusting into her wet cunt once again. Her
slickness surprised him somewhat, but it did not slow or deter him. Buried to
the hilt, he pressed his groin to hers intimately. He could feel that she was
already adjusting to his fullness and began to thrust.
    God! He groaned at the incredible feeling sent his way via
her squeezing muscles around his cock. Trying to slow the pace, he wanted to pleasure
Syranna. But it seemed as if all the foreplay, mostly verbal and visual in the
tub, was going to take its toll on his usually stalwart self-control.
    “Syranna! I don’t think I can hold back—”
    “You must pull out, Lord Marcus! Please!”
    Just the thought of coming inside her sweet body and hearing
her say that she didn’t want him to…he lost his control. Like an unstoppable
tidal wave hitting the shore he pumped his cock into her tight cunt. Over and
over, shoving as deeply as he could—most likely to impregnate her, he
acknowledged in some far off corner of his consciousness—he filled her body
with his potent baby-making seed. He held himself above her even after he’d
finished, not wanting to leave the sweet, tight flesh that held him. His cock
was softening, and soon it would begin to slip from her slick channel.
    Finally he pulled out of her body and the large head made a
loud, wet sucking sound, followed by a lewd “plop” noise. There was no denying
their tight fit, and it excited him all over, just thinking about being inside
her. God! Was he crazy? He’d never had thoughts like this before. Usually once
he’d spent himself in a wench, or a lady, he was content to fall asleep for a
short time, or get up and go drinking with his men. He was acting like a randy
teen that had just experienced his first real woman.
    Now, all he could think about was repeating this amazing
coupling again. Rolling onto his side, he looked at the woman beside him. She
was still lying as he’d left her. Arms above her head, legs spread and he could
see the strings of cum that had pulled out with his cock moments earlier, from
her pussy to her thigh. She looked sexier and more desirable than any woman
he’d ever been with! The intensity of his desire shocked him. Needing to make
this seem like his other sexual encounters and less important or intimate, he
reached out and cupped her nearest breast.
    “I knew you’d be sweet, love, but I had no idea that fucking
your luscious body could be so heady!”
    Syranna gasped at his crudeness, but he didn’t stop there.
He fondled her breast idly, squeezing and massaging, and then lightly jiggling
her breast to watch it move. His hand then moved down her stomach and cupped
her bald pussy. Two fingers slipped easily into her still slightly stretched
opening. Rising up higher on his arm, he leaned over so he could stare at her
pussy. Spreading his fingers, he watched as several large dollops of his semen
fell from her cunt.
    “Are you ready to be pleasured, milady? I guarantee that
after I’m done with you there will be no more doubts about your future. I
believe that you will then be quite anxious to share my bed as often as I
wish.”
     
    Syranna bit her lip at his ego. How dare he speak to her
like a common whore! Who the hell did he think she was? Or better yet, who he
was? She could cook up a spell