Darius' POV.
Her muffled pleas filled the room as I teased her c**t faster. “Please f**k me, King Darius… f**k me, please,” she begged as she wriggled, but I didn't stop. I didn't listen.
I kept on kissing her, fondling her boobs, and teasing her c**t just to make her feel that intense pleasure before I thrust into her.
Her fingers clenched tightly against my skin, each one buried into my back as she displayed her desire for more.
“Mmmm… Ahhhh… please… Please,” she begged over and over, but I didn't stop.
Her p***y was wet—so wet that I had to control myself not to thrust into it yet. She was dripping, and it called to me. But not yet.
With my wet fingers still between her slits, I slowly slid one into her warm p***y, the sensation so intense that I found myself moaning sof
