(This is my first attempt at some smut. Hope it came out
alright.)
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“And what are you thinking about?” Rebecca asks you as she
walks up to the lobby desk.
You blush, torn from your thoughts. Grabbing the nearest
stack of papers, you shuffle them and mutter. “Nothing.”
Rebecca laughs. “Liar.” She glances around the room to make
sure you both were alone. “Come on, tell me. That wasn’t a nothing smile. That
was an ‘I’m thinking naughty thoughts smile.’”
You bite down on your lower lip. “Promise me you will not
tell a soul. Not even Larry.” You beg her.
She made a cross motion over her heart. “I promise.”
“Ok, I cannot believe I am saying this out loud. So you know
how Ahkmenrah can get a bit ‘dark’ sometimes? And everyone gets weirded out by
it?” You explain to her.
“Yeah.” She said.
“I think it’s hot. He gets all intense and sassy. It drives
me crazy and I start thinking of what he would be like, you know, in bed. I
start picturing him ordering me to kneel before him. Him going all ‘pharaoh’ on
me. I wonder what he looks like without all his royal garb on. I mean what you
can’t already see. Those tight muscles, his jaw line, those eyes and those
lips. Oh those lips.” You tell her.
Rebecca leans on the desk in front of you. “Don’t hold back
on my account.” She says with a smile.
“Shut up. Anyway. I just have this fantasy that he just
totally and completely has his way with me. Telling me to call him ‘My King’
and just being aggressive and dominate. I can’t get it out of my head. I think
I need an intervention.” You tell her.
“I think you need something else other than an
intervention.” She hinted.
You groan and put your hands over your face.
Rebecca stands up straight and puts on her coat. “Poor, poor
y/n. So completely hot for Ahkemenrah.” She teased.
“I hate you.” You grumble.
“I love you too. Listen don’t forget to dust Dr. McPhee’s
office tonight. I have to get going. But I will see you tomorrow. Have a nice night.”
She said with a wicked smile.
“Night, Bec.” You say to her as she walks out the doors.
You make your way toward Dr. McPhee’s office trying to get
the images of you and Ahkmenrah out of your head. You walk into the office and
start removing everything from the desk when you hear the door shut behind you. You turn on a dime to see Ahkmenrah standing by the door.
“The next time you confess your secrets you should make sure
no one is within earshot.” He tells you as he locks the door.
You feel your face turn a thousand and one shades of red.
His eyes roam up and down your body.
“Is there something you wish to tell me y/n?” He asks you.
No reply comes out of your mouth. Your voice caught in your
throat, you manage a small squeak.
With three long strides he closes the distance between you
and the door. He stands in front of you, staring down at you with those
beautiful green eyes.
“Ahkmenrah. I…” You start to say but he interrupts you.
He smirks as he presses his body against yours. “That is not
how you address your king. Perhaps I need to teach you a lesson.” He purrs in
your ear.
You feel a rush of warmth flooding throughout your whole
body. You close your eyes and let out a small moan as he places one hand behind
your waist. The other to the side of your neck and slowly making its way up
behind your ear.
“Address me properly.” He growls.
“Yes, My King.” You whisper. His hand in your hair now,
pulling gently.
“Louder.” He commands.
You cry out, “Yes, My King” as he yanks your head back,
forcing you to look him in the eyes. His grin is nothing short of predatory.
His mouth crashes against yours, eager and hungry. His
tongue slips into your mouth as the hand that was in your hair has begun to
slide down to your breast. You spread your legs, allowing him to place his body
between them. He grinds against you, slowly. Your hands roam all over his
exposed skin. You drag your nails down his stomach and then back up to his
chest. His groan vibrates against your mouth, sending a shiver down your spine
and a rush of wetness between your thighs. Ahkmenrah pulls back from you.
“Undress. Slowly.” He orders you as he takes a step back.
You start to unbutton your blouse. Ahkmenrah licks his lips
at the sight of your black laced bra. He removes his crown and neck collar, and
then lets his robe fall to the floor. You unbuckled your belt and unzip your
skirt, letting it fall to the floor as well. Ahkmenrah’s eyes wander all over
your body. You bring your arms up behind your back as you unclasp your bra. His
eyes go wide. Your knees feel weak. Suddenly you realize you are the first woman
he has seen naked in a very long time. The heat between your legs radiates through
your body. You feel yourself start to throb. Your breathing becomes rapid.
Ahkmenrah takes a step towards you and presses his body against yours. His hands
cup both your breasts. Squeezing and rolling your nipples between his thumbs
and forefingers. He leans down and starts to kiss your neck, your collarbone.
He reaches your breast, licking your nipple before taking the aching peak into
his mouth. Sucking gently, his tongue flipping over the bud. Your hands move to
touch him but he immediately grabs both of your wrists and pins them behind
your back.
“Do not move them.” Ahkmenrah tells you, looking you
straight in the eye. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, My King.”
He lowers himself down your body, kissing and licking every
inch until he is on his knees. He places his hands on your thighs sliding them
up and grabbing your ass. He nips at the top of your black thong before he begins
to lick down the front of your underwear. His fingers trace the outline of your
slit through the damp fabric.
“So wet for your king.” He muses.
You moan lowly. He reaches his hands up and tugs on your
thong, pulling it down to your ankles. Ahkmenrah parts your legs and drapes
them over his shoulders, forcing your backside up onto the desk. Your hands
grasp the edge of the desk. His hands roam all over the outside of your thighs
and hips. He looks up at you and smirks making you bit your lower lip. He
chuckles and begins to kiss the inside of your thighs making his way toward
your wet entrance. He teases you with his tongue, licking and nipping at your
lips, sending shivers down your spine.
“Please Ahkmenrah.” You beg him.
Ahkmenrah slides his tongue inside your folds, reaching a
little further with each thrust. His fingers spread you wide as his lips find
your clit, sucking so strongly that you cry out. His tongue licks at your
bundle of nerves, swirling and flicking, forcing pleasurable moans from your
lips. You arch your back trying desperately to push yourself further into his
mouth. He alternates between sucking and licking you, faster and faster. Every
nerve in your body is on fire. He groans against you as if you’re the best
thing he’s ever tasted. He nips at your
bud, tongue stroking up and down. Your moans become louder as you grip the desk
so hard your knuckles turn white. Ahkmenrah captures your clit with his lips
and flicks his tongue faster and faster until you scream out with pleasure. You
tilt your head back as wave after wave of orgasm rips through your body. Your
legs jerk and spasm as Ahkmenrah sucks and licks every last shock from you.
As he rises he covers your body with hot, open mouth kisses
until he reaches your neck. You hear a faint thud as you assume he has just
taken off the rest of his clothing.
“Does your king please you y/n?” He asks.
“Oh fuck yes.” You pant.
“Good. Good.” He says crawling on top of you, pushing you down against the desk. “Now it’s time for you to please me.” He says as he
nuzzles into your neck.
You can feel his arousal pressing against your entrance. He
nibbles at your jaw line before finding your lips, kissing you tenderly before
thrusting into you. You gasped at the sudden intrusion stretching you.
Ahkmenrah growls in your ear as he thrusts in and out, slowly, filling you
completely.
“So tight. So wet. All mine.” He moans thickly.
He rolls his hips, picking up speed, his lustful noises making
your head swim. Suddenly he starts slamming into you with such force that it
moves the heavy wooden desk. You howl as he spears through your snug walls.
Harder and harder he thrusts, his grunts and growls feral in your ears. You dig
your nails into his back. Scratching him and nipping his neck as he pounds you
into a whimpering mess. You can feel the ache between your thighs building
again. Deeper and deeper he reaches pushing against a spot inside you no one
has ever touched before. You can feel him start to throb inside of you. You
clench your eyes shut as you feel your own pleasure building more and more
until he slams into you and you feel your whole body explode. You scream his
name as your body convulses. You can feel yourself squeezing him, soaking him
as he trusts into you. His rhythm faltering as he nears his own climax. He
grabs your hair and buries his face in your neck. He grunts as he thrusts his
last and then stills, spilling himself inside you.
“Y/N.” Ahkmenrah softly moans and he peppers your neck,
cheeks and lips with sweet soft kisses. You meet his lips with yours. He gently
cups your face as he gazes into your eyes.
“Wow…just…wow.” You
finally manage to get out.
“Did that fulfill your fantasy?” He smirks.
“Yes My King.” You tease with a smile.
“Excellent.” He says as he traces his fingers along your
cheek. “Now perhaps you can fulfill mine.”
yknow that feeling where youre making out and then that person gets on top of you and uses their legs to spread yours so they can fit between them and grind against you bc ya
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