by V Vee
“Mmm,” she hummed. “I taste really good, baby.”
Algerone growled. “Gimme.” His body seemed to be trembling with barely restrained control. Valerie could see the veins in his forearms displayed prominently as Algerone clenched his fists, a pink flush moving over his collarbone and up his neck.
“You want some?” Valerie asked him as she held her fingers out in his direction. She gasped as Algerone rushed forward to take her glistening fingers in his mouth, sucking them deep. Swirling his tongue over each digit. Valerie reached up and gripped the back of Algerone’s head, tangling her slender fingers in his hair.
When Algerone slid his mouth off her fingers with a wet suck, Valerie tugged on his thick locks, watching his eyes darken with lust as he took direction from her and kneeled down directly in front of her. Releasing his head, Valerie slid her hands into her thong.
“May I?” Algerone questioned with a gesture towards her now drenched underwear.
Thinking of all the underwear, bras, shirts, and even skirts Algerone had ripped over the course of their marriage—and of the sensual thrill she got at the sight when he did so—Valerie nodded.
“You may,” she said with a small smile, a thrill of anticipation racing through her.
Algerone reached out, slid his fingers slowly… oh so slowly, through one of the leg openings of her thong, and out the other side, fisting the fabric in one hand. Valerie gasped as she felt the fingers of his other hand slide down the crack of her ass. Algerone placed a kiss on her stomach and before Valerie could blink, he’d ripped her thong, leaving only the loose fabric covered elastic waistband around her hips. He tugged the elastic up around her slightly rounded belly, up over her full breasts, and Valerie lifted her arms, so he could pull it off the rest of the way.
She was surprised, then pleased when he stopped with the elastic around her wrists. He wrapped her wrists in the remnants of her thong as he lowered his lips down onto hers. Valerie pressed herself up into him. The taste of her essence was on both their tongues, but she could still taste Algerone. Even after all these many years, it still turned her on.
She groaned and whimpered in frustration that she couldn’t wrap her arms around his neck, as he kept her restrained. He pressed his mouth against hers harder, opening his lips over hers, encouraging her to do the same. As soon as she’d done so, he slipped his tongue in with hers, tasting every crevice and nook of her mouth. She pushed her tongue out and into his mouth, their tongues dueling as they each sought power, control, but also gave into the desire threatening to drown them in its tide.
Finally, Algerone seemed to give Valerie control and submitted in the kiss, even releasing her wrists. She wanted to let out a whoop of victory, because Algerone always took control of their sexual exploits, even when she initiated it, which wasn’t something she minded, but today… she needed something different. She sank her fingers back into his hair, and bit on his lower lip, groaning when Algerone let out a sound of pain and pleasure intermingled.
Loving the feel of his lips on hers, Valerie still felt unsatisfied. She needed more. She backed up to her desk and pushing the papers on top onto the floor, she sat on top of the now clear desktop, placed one foot on top of the desk and let the other drape down and swing back and forth.
She ran her hands over her body, squeezing her breasts, and pinching the nipples, before passing them down to her core. She spread the lips of her slit apart, clenching as a pulse of desire roared through her at the look of hunger in her husband’s eyes. She could feel her juices spilling out of her quim and rolling down to the edge of the crack of her ass before dripping onto the desk below.
She was never going to be able to work at this desk again without having a mini-orgasm.
“If you want a snack before dinner, there’s an entire meal over here for you to eat,” she said with a small smirk.
Algerone licked his lips. “Mmm, pineapple juice, honey, and chocolate pussy. My favorite,” he said. She watched him settle down into her office chair before moving up to sit right in front of her. “I wish I had a bib, so I could eat my meal properly,” he said with an almost intrigued tone, as he stroked his fingers up one side of her pussy and down the other.
“Afraid of making a mess?” she stammered out on a gasp of pleasure as Algerone leaned down to take a long lick from her entrance to her clit, that he sucked gently into his mouth.
“Oh, I am planning on it,” He told her. “When I have this meal, which is by far my favorite, I tend to get it all over my face. My nose, cheeks, chin, jaw, neck, all over. You know,” he licked her again and Valerie groaned, lowering one of her hands to grip his head. “Really put my entire face into it. I want to be bathed in the juices. To drink it. To still be tasting it an hour from now, because it’s just so sweet.” He grinned at her as he stuck his tongue deep inside her pussy. Valerie tilted her head upwards, arching her back as she released out a string of expletives.
“Fucking hell,” she cursed.
“No, I just asked for a bib, because, I plan to make you come so hard, you flow and gush like a goddamn waterfall and I would hate to ruin your chair. But, oh well.” And with those words, Algerone shrugged and dove face first into Valerie’s pussy. She let out a squeal, covering her mouth as she remembered their children, biting on the skin of her palm as Algerone shook his head side to side as he licked the folds of her sex, before taking her clit into his lips and sucking.
“You taste so delicious,” Algerone murmured, his mouth pressed against her mound. Valerie couldn’t respond to his words, all rational thought having escaped her as dragged his tongue up and down her wet flesh, sucking and swallowing the juices which flowed from her.
She reached up and grasped her full breasts in her hands, tugging on the hardened points of her nipples. Shivers of delight and passion flowed through her, her toes curling and straightening as Algerone flicked the tip of his tongue over the swollen nub of her clit. She clenched the folds of her slit, not embarrassed in the least when more of her wetness mixed with the saliva from Algerone’s mouth, as he salivated and drank from her entrance to pool beneath her. She was shuddering with desire, but she needed more. She felt so empty.
“Algie, I need you. Please,” she begged.
Algerone lifted his head, her juices were smeared all over the skin of his cheeks, chin, mouth, and the tip of his nose. He’d certainly made good on his word by burying his face in her pussy. The sight only served to turn her on even more. She moaned and reached out to wipe a thumb through the moisture on his cheek and bringing it to her lips and sucking her sweetness onto her tongue.
“Damn, baby, that is hot as fuck,” Algerone growled. “Did you need something?” he asked her, his hands clenching her thighs.
“I need you inside of me,” she pleaded with him.
Algerone gave her a smug smile of satisfaction. That smile sent a shiver of passion up her spine. “Your wish is my command, my princess,” he told her before he lifted a hand to her mouth.
“Open,” he ordered.
Valerie did so and sucked on the three fingers Algerone placed between her lips. She laved on the digits, making sure to drench them with her spit, as she sucked all over them. She connected her gaze with Algerone’s and her heart pounded at the intense look of possessiveness, love, and lust that darkened his blue eyes.
She whimpered when Algerone slid his fingers from her mouth and brought them down to her wet heat. He leaned forward, and without releasing her gaze, nuzzled her soft petals which were drenched with her moisture. He lapped at her juices before pressing two of his fingers deep inside of her core. Valerie tightened her velvety walls around Algerone’s thick fingers as her back bowed and she released a low hum of pleasure.
“Yes, that’s it, baby, let me hear you,” Algerone encouraged her as he began to thrust his fingers in and out of her slick heat. Their harsh breathing was a melody to the wet sound of Algerone’s fingers pumping in and out of Valerie’s dripping mound.
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lerie buried her fingers in Algerone’s hair and fell back on the desk, as he sucked at her folds and then her clit, never ceasing the constant deep, hard plunge of his fingers inside her tight, hot entrance. Her body quaked when Algerone twisted his hand and made a “come hither” motion, grazing her G-spot, playing that magic spot deep inside of her like an instrument. She could feel her orgasm building within her. Her toes going numb and her face flushing. She bucked her hips upwards, trying to press Algerone’s mouth and tongue deeper… closer. Hell, she didn’t even know. She just knew that she was right there.
Valerie rode her husband’s fingers, whimpering, sobbing his name as she chased after that climax that seemed to be just out of her reach. She pinched her nipples, twisting the pebbled buds, clenching her sex momentarily as Algerone plunged a third finger inside of her.
“Oh. God!” Valerie gasped. “Baby, please!” She sobbed.
Her eyes flew open when Algerone’s mouth and fingers disappeared. She looked at him in desperation.
“What to fuck?” she asked him hoarsely.
Algerone shoved his pants and underwear down and lined up the head of his cock with Valerie’s wet entrance. Valerie reached down and spread open the lips of her pussy, watching as Algerone licked his bottom lip. He growled as he pressed himself deep inside of her slowly. Valerie trembled and looked down to watch as Algerone’s thick and long shaft breached her core. The contrast of their skin tone, her dark umber to his tanned peach, had always served to be one of the most erotic sights Valerie had ever seen.
“Damn we look good baby,” Algerone groaned.
Valerie nodded. “Y-yes,” she agreed.
Algerone paused when he was fully inside of Valerie. She’d missed this feeling of fullness, and she sighed. This was what she’d needed. Algerone inside of her once again. This connection. Their souls intertwining once more.
Valerie looked at Algerone and found his eyes already resting on her face. She pulled his head down towards hers and claimed his mouth with her own. She poured everything she was feeling in that moment into the kiss. All of her love, fear, anger, need, anxiety, desire, yearning, heartbreak, but most of all, and most importantly, her understanding. When she pulled away, she saw tears in Algerone’s eyes, and while they didn’t fall, Valerie was touched to her soul. She brushed her fingers under Algerone’s eyes, sinking into the comforting warmth of his presence and this moment.
The heat of the moment returned like a match set to kindling, and Valerie gasped when Algerone pulled his hips back, dragging his dick through her pussy, grazing her G-spot, until only the tip remained, then without a word, ramming himself back inside her to the root.
Valerie dropped her hands to Algerone’s broad shoulders, digging her nails into the flesh that stretched across his muscled frame. Her mouth was open in a silent scream as Algerone pumped his cock in and out of her slit, pausing every so often to grind his pelvis against her clit. His balls slapped against the round globes of her ass lewdly, the sound loud and echoing throughout the room.
Valerie’s head was yanked back as Algerone fisted her hair in one hand, the other gripping her hip as he slammed himself in and out of her repeatedly. He leaned down and bit on the joining of her neck and shoulder, before trailing his lips up to her mouth and devouring it with his own in a drugging kiss. Valerie wrapped her arms tightly around Algerone’s neck as she met him thrust for thrust.
Once again, she felt her orgasm rushing over her, but she was determined to crash over the edge this time, and to take Algerone with her. She wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him in as close as possible, and lowered a hand to rub a finger over her clit. She jerked her hand away when Algerone released her hair and pushed her hand away.
He growled at her. “Mine.”
Then with a ferocity she hadn’t seen from him in some time, he laid her down on the desk completely, held onto the edge of her desk with one hand, and with the other rubbing her swollen nub, pounded deep, fast, and hard within her.
In.
Out.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep.
Deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
In.
Out.
In.
Out.
Valerie opened her mouth to let out a scream as her walls tightened around Algerone’s cock with her impending orgasm, but Algerone’s mouth covering it muffled the sound.
She trembled as her entire body was turned inside out with the force of her climax. Algerone’s harsh groan drowned in her mouth, and she felt his length grow thicker within her before the heat of his seed flooded her core, spewing itself against her womb. Valerie clenched her sex again in an effort to keep as much of it as she could within her body, when Algerone collapsed on top of her.
He nuzzled her neck, before placing soft kisses behind her ear.
“God, I love you so much. I have missed you more than you can know,” Algerone told her.
Valerie bit back the words that threatened to spill forth—that if he’d just come out and told his parents, his family, and his kingdom about them, and their kids, then he wouldn’t have to miss her—and merely let out a sigh of pleasure. She turned her head and placed a soft kiss against the side of his head.
“I’ve missed you too, baby.”
Valerie felt Algerone’s arms tighten around her as he murmured her name in blissful satisfaction, and if he noticed that she hadn’t told him she loved him back, he didn’t give any indication.
Chapter Seven
A fter cleaning up in the bathroom just off Valerie’s office, and stealing a few more kisses from his sexy wife, Algerone made his way back to the family room where their children were still busy playing, watching television, or finishing some type of craft project. He stood just inside the doorway, his hands shoved into the pockets of his trousers, and felt his heart clench with emotion, even as his chest swelled with pride. He and Valerie made some gorgeous children, and if he were asked, he would have to say they were the most beautiful kids in the world.
Not that he was biased or anything.
“Kothrar!” Beaumont called to him happily. “Come and see my painting, please?”
Algerone inclined his head. Of all of his children, Beaumont was the one who seemed slightly more sensitive—in need of more verbal encouragement, contact, and affirmation—Algerone had no problem supplying his son with what he needed. And he was sure the same was true with Valerie. As his children went, Beaumont was the easiest for Algerone to connect with. His second son just wanted to spend time with him, and to hear that he was loved, and had done well. Those same tacticts of expressing his love did not merge over to his other children. Especially not to his eldest: Algerone Junior.
Algerone cut a glance at AJ as he stepped towards Beaumont. His oldest son merely ignored him, his attention centered on his sister, Chiamaka, who had AJ and her twin brother, Chikere, playing some type of war game. Algerone shook his head. His daughter was definitely the ruler of her band of siblings, though she was not the eldest nor the youngest. With her caramel coloring, light brown hair that curled adorably around her face and down to the middle of her back, her hazel eyes, and the dimples in her cheeks, Chiamaka was so cute, and looked so cuddly and adorable that no one realized she was a little tyrant. She could bend those twice and even three times her age to her will, not with tears or tantrums, but with logic and a stare that seemed to suss out the secrets of her opponents.
Algerone couldn’t have been prouder of her. If it were possible for women to rule the kingdom and to take the crown without having to be married, and if birthright and birth order wasn’t such a burden of law, Algerone would name Chiamaka as his royal heir. Though if that were true, his own father probably wouldn’t have chosen him as his heir either, and Algerone could have publicly claimed his marriage and his children without fear of consequence.
Shoving down the depressing thoughts which were sure to send him spiraling further down the pit of
guilt and despair, Algerone sat next to Beaumont at the table against one wall of the family room. He looked down at the painting Beaumont had spent the entire morning, afternoon, and most of the early evening working on. He gasped at the images conveyed.
Algerone had always hoped that one of his children would inherit his wife’s talent for art, but he had to admit to a bit of misogyny on his part that assumed such a… sensitive undertaking would fall to one of his daughters. While Chiamaka and Dahni enjoyed arts and crafts as much as any other child, Beaumont possessed, they weren’t artists like he was. Chiamaka would grow up to be a dictator if Algerone and Valerie didn’t focus her skills into a more positive direction. As for Dahni, well, she was too young yet for her to really have any sort of idea of what she wanted to do with her life or for Algerone and Valerie to have gotten a glimpse of her future.
AJ would of course be the heir to the throne, regardless of any plans for his own future. It was a sad truth and could lead to feelings of resentment, it certainly had on Algerone’s part. However, once AJ was presented as the heir to the future king, Algerone would show him the joy of being able to indulge in his favorite pastimes and hobbies when he had a free moment without the fear of needing to earn a salary. Chikere was another one that Algerone was still uncertain about. His third son was often times quiet and still, watching everyone as if assessing their ulterior motives for every decision they made and anticipating their next step. Valerie had teased Algerone on more than one occasion that Chikere would be a spy, an accountant, a writer, or a psychologist when he grew older or he would be the greatest assassin known to man.
While Algerone had laughed it off at the time, he worried that his wife was correct about his son’s future, especially once Algerone’s brother, Andreas, met the young boy. Andreas was the same as Chikere when he was a boy and now…