THE PAST.
OSCAR'S POV.
“You’re my wife now.” Pressing my thumb to her c**t, I rub tight circles. “Next, you're going to have my babies.”
“Fuck...Oscar.” She gasps when I push two fingers inside, finding that spot that makes her tremble.
“You’re going to be my queen and I your King, we will rule together Reagan.”
I lick up her wet slit, and her thighs shake around my head as I devour her like the sweetest goddamn fruit.
She bucks her hips with every stroke, sharp nails piercing my scalp. I could die between her legs, but I need to claim what’s mine. Throwing her knee over my shoulder and pressing one last kiss to her swollen p***y, I straighten and align myself at her entrance.
“Do it,” she begs, rocking forward.
“My pretty girl, begging me to f**k her.” As I slide inside, she hiss
