Slut

"Patience, my love," König hums, shushing you as he cranes his neck to plant a kiss to your temple. He's behind you and you're in his lap, one of his giant arms stretched over your hips as he scissored his fingers in and out of your constricting, needy hole.

You were always desperate in these situations with him, needy as ever as he prepared you for the extreme intrusion his thick cock would be providing in a few moments. You never wanted to wait, and he never wanted to rush.

He outright refused to cause you that kind of pain.

And when he eventually sinks himself into you, it's almost like magic - the way your cunt is wet and hungry enough for him that his size doesn't delay the movement in the slightest.

See, he's absolutely massive - and undeniably capable of lifting you by the hips and guiding your significantly smaller frame down onto his girth. He does this everytime, without fail, absolutely addicted to using your body just like a toy.

The slapping connections of skin on skin were almost completely drowned out by the sound of your laboured pants, which you breathed and hiccuped out of your throat each time König's hips snapped into the softness of your ass.

"Mmf - baby," you breathed out raggedly, back arching into the tautness of his frame as you rest your head in the centre of his chest - the only reachable place for you to comfortably rest.

"Oh, fuck," he whines himself, threading his entire right arm around your middle, holding you in place as his other hand settles over your folds and rubs, desperately.

This sensation is overwhelmingly good, and causes your walls to suck around the cock pumping in and out of you even harder. König gives you an animalistic growl in response, using his arm to lift you slightly and arch you into him further, sink his cock into you deeper.

"Hah, shit - baby, my -" you swallow your words with a clenched jaw. "-soon. I'm gonna cum, I can't hold it."

You know he's close too when he rubs at your clitoris harder, cause he always likes you to cum together - he thinks it's more likely to make you pregnant that way. You told him that's just some sort of old wives tale. He's stubborn.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he curses, breathless as his movements turn erratic. "I'm gonna fill you so deep, my love. You're going to... be so fat... oh..-"

"Yeah?" You moan. "Don't stop until you've put a baby in me, darling... Oh, oh - König, keep going... I'm-..."

His hips stuttered when you came apart, blinded by pleasure as he pushed his length as deep as possible and buried his seed inside of you. And after that he pumped himself in and out of you slowly, even when you'd both settled down from your highs. It's a routine for him.

"Can't.. stop," he sighs, lips pressing into the crook of your neck. "Have to make sure it goes deep."

You brought a hand to the side of his head and stroked tenderly.