Her hands tightly clenched on the sheets, her lips pressed together to suppress her moans. Her face shook left and right as she felt the electric pleasure run through her being. Joffrey's hot breaths, his scorching tongue on her slick entrance, and the clit made all the difference.
"Umh…" She tried her best. But this being her first sexual encounter in more than a year, it was hard to control herself.
However, midway Joffrey felt something lacking. While he pleasured the redhead, he found the lack of stimulation between his legs displeasing. So, he stopped and quickly slid back atop Sansa, reaching for her face, his stiff member already resting against her sweet petals, probing with gentle brushes.
"Y-Your Grace…" Sansa whispered. "Arya might wake up… We can—"
Joffrey ignored the words from her and with a simple adjustment of his knees, he spread Sansa wide, his member beginning to slide in, slowly with a faint push, savoring the taste like a finely aged wine.
"Raise your hips," Joffrey ordered.
"Oh!" Sansa moaned as she tried to do as he demanded, but that earned her a moment of her lover's hard flesh sliding in. But she entertained it and let Joffrey push up her loose gown, and completely remove it off her head, leaving her as naked on the bed as the man mounting her.
For so long, she longed to feel his warmth against her body again that she quickly reached for Joffrey's neck and hugged him. She pulled his face down and smoldered his lips with wolfishly starving kisses.
Joffrey let her, as his cock continued to slide deeper and deeper with each throb, each clench of her tightness brought divine pleasure, and each time she relaxed he shoved in deeper. Her moans remained restricted to low hums as she hid her voice in their kisses.
No reaction? Joffrey noticed Arya still lying straight from the corner of his eyes. Faking it? Even better then.
"Mmm~" Sansa moaned into his lips as Joffrey gifted her the first long thrust, planting his entire length until his balls clapped below her speared noble slit.
But Joffrey couldn't keep his mouth on Sansa to suppress her moans when he had fine, full breasts right under his chest, leaking with watery nectar that coated his chest sticky wet. While his length glided in, his back arched and his face lowered. Both his palms cupped her soaking ripe breasts, pressing them up and together.
"Hm…" Joffrey admired the cushiony sensation, never having expected the lithe, slender Sansa to have such fine curves. However, he was all for it, and quickly sealed his lips atop the tight button-like nipples.
Sansa squirmed, her legs arose and clutched around Joffrey's waist as his hips kept grounding the royal cock tight, deep, but slow. She clenched her teeth to not make any sound, her hands ruffled Joffrey's hair, her head twisted left and right.
She loved it, she longed for it, and she felt excited by the risky sex. But at the same time, she wanted it to be quick, or else she feared Arya wouldn't ever stop teasing her if caught.
"Oh!" She yelped.
Despite her wishes, Joffrey only went stronger, suckling her teat with childish hunger, drawing her cream, and tasting her. She didn't mind and caressed his head, every inch of her body belonged to him, body and soul. Embarrassed? Indeed. But she loved the attention from her lover, her King.
Joffrey breathed deeply while suckling her. The last time it was Mhaegen, but Sansa felt so different. Mhaegen was a whore, but Sansa was his woman—the only cock she had ever taken was his, and the only man she had ever laid with was him. Even her drenched cunt was perfectly molded to his needs.
Like he owned her, he suckled, tasting the sweet milk of her breasts. Honestly, he hated milk, but when drinking it this way, it was arousing. As if it gave his male member an edge, his cock felt firmer and his hips moved harder, fucking his woman with deep plunges, shoving her body up against the headboard on the pillow, the clapping of their sex became audible and the bed jolted.
"Ummm–oh~" Sansa panicked. This was harder than she had expected. "Yess~" Yet she loved all of it.
Joffrey gave his full attention to both breasts and once he felt satisfied, he went back to her face and kissed her, their lips turning into a creamy mess. He gripped her face with his arms and glided into her soaking pussy with heated passion.
Long, deep, fast; in heart-throbbing and thrilling moments he maintained that rhythm. However, as soon as Joffrey felt he was on edge, he stopped and pulled out. He beckoned and used two of his fingers to gift Sansa her release.
He wanted her utterly wasted for his game with Arya to start. So he teased her clit, widening her petals with his fingers and his thumb. He caressed her belly, and pinched her nipples until Sansa clasped her mouth with her own hands, her back rising in an arch.
The dam broke and she finally let go, spilling jets of warm squirts. It was a passionate release after a very long time and she couldn't control it. Her legs spread and raised, her hips jolted with each spasm of squirt. Bliss covered her whole being, her face flushed red; her body too sensitive to her lover's touch.
Joffrey relished, smiling at her reactions. She's too madly, deeply in love.
He sensed her body calming down and the tension relaxed. He tried to turn her body over. "Hands and knees, Sansa."
Sansa gulped, realizing he wasn't done. But how could she say no when she loved every bit of it? Silently, she turned around on the bed, got down on her elbow, folded her knees, and raised her hips up, giving Joffry a view of both her entrances.
Tsk, wish there was more light. Joffrey sighed at the nighttime and the lack of candles in the room. But he made peace with it and quickly shifted behind her, his hand stroking his length while he aimed.
"Mmm…" Sansa clenched tight as soon as she felt Joffrey's cockhead on her blushing slit. He slowly squeezed in, both his hands resting on her rear flesh, spread palms clenched tight, burning her with heat.
Joffrey closed his eyes, relishing in the sensation of her tight silken clenches. His cock constricted, the skin pulled back and forth with his thrusts. She was still as tight as ever, perfectly shaped for his cock like her first night.
The bed creaked a little as he paced faster to reach his need as well. But when he opened his eyes again, he realized something. Arya had shifted, no longer sleeping straight, but rather her back was facing him and Sansa.
Oh? What's this? Joffrey noticed Arya's legs tightly clenched together, faintly moving as if rubbing together. He couldn't see her hands, but he noticed her arms were straight and somewhere near the junction of her thighs. Warmed up already?
The urge for more exceeded his control and he pounded harder, diving in with his cock and leaning forward over Sansa's hips. He ground his cock for a moment with each plunge, making sure she felt him as deep as possible.
Her dainty thin fingers clenched onto the sheets, her toes curled as Joffrey himself felt his release coming close. Sansa's clenching tight walls were just too good for him to deny his own climax.
"Ugh…" Joffrey grunted and noticed Arya flinching due to it. He smirked and finally let go of all his control and slammed in with one last bursting push. His balls completely emptied, her cunt draining him dry.
The jolts of his hips continuously thrust forward faintly, his cockhead almost exploding deep inside, painting her insides creamy white. Her cunt milked him like he did her mounds. He remained buried deep for a very long time even after Sansa lay flat, him on her back.
Their ragged breaths refused to calm down for a while as they both closed their eyes. Joffrey's cock slid out of her leaking flower on its own.
"Drink the tea, Sansa," Joffrey whispered into her ears, his lips almost nibbling on her earlobes. "I want another, but not so soon. Let's wait for Joanna's first nameday."
Sansa, lost in bliss, merely nodded her head and hummed back. Too sore down there, too sensitive all over. She simply closed her eyes and fell deep into sleep.
"Ah… So tired." Joffrey mumbled and slid aside from Sansa's back. But he purposefully landed between Sansa and Arya and relaxed there for a while.
His eyes, however, continuously noticed Arya's faint little movements. Now he was sure her hands were between her legs, her loose nightgown was most likely bunched up from her front.
But he couldn't see anything as her back was facing him.
No problem. He thought and waited a little more for the perfect moment to strike.
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