The Royal Mark-Chapter 224: Evil Plan

Drake wiped Arla’s tears and showered her with kisses, hoping that it would distract her from the pain.

"Touch me and kiss me," Arla said, surprising Drake.

"It might lessen the pain before you move again," Arla added.

"Okay," he replied before gently pushing her legs wider and started rubbing her clit in a circular motion.

Arla grabbed his head and kissed him intensely making his cock throb.

’Fuck, I must not lose my control again,’ he said inwardly.

"Mmm," Arla moaned when he suck her tongue, her hands release his head and roamed all around his body.

’She is making it worse! Her soft hands are making me want to fuck her hard!’ Drake screamed in his head. He stopped moving and his manhood ached, screaming at him to move.

Drake pulled away from their kiss and his mouth landed on her breast. This is his way of distracting himself from the fact that he is inside her but cannot move, at least not yet.

He sucked her mound and moved his finger faster on her clit. He felt her grip tighten on his arm the faster he rubs her clit and the harder he suck her breast.

"Drake... Ahh! Fuck me! Fuck me now!" Arla exclaimed and Drake ascended to heaven.

He wasted no time and pulled out his hardness only until the head only to thrust back in. The next thing he heard was Arla’s moan and wail of pleasure which was music to his ears.

"Oh God..." Drake uttered and Arla tightened her muscle wall, it was so good that he could’ve cum if he was not holding it in.

"Ahh Drake... You’re making me feel so good right now... Fuck..."

"And you feel like heaven, my wife. I want to do this to you every day..." Drake couldn’t stop pounding her, being inside her was divine. He could feel his blood boiling in too much desire for his wife.

He slowed down only to sit up. He wanted to watch his wife get lost in ecstasy while he brought her to the clouds.

He grabbed her legs and spread them wider before pumping in and out again. Arla grasped the sheet, her mouth was getting dry from too much gaping and moaning.

Drake saw the blood on the sheet and it made him more lustful, instead of disgusted. She is his and no one else, that blood was the proof that he owns her body, heart, and soul.

He stared at her face full of lust, and her half-opened eyes were so erotic, for they showed how much pleasure he was giving her.

He let go of one of her legs and massage her clit, making her scream and arched her back.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Drake! Too much... That’s too much... Ahh! Fuck me..." Arla heard herself and wondered what was she talking about. She had heard that making love feels good but she didn’t imagine that it could be this good.

She doesn’t want it to end. But she feels weird again, something inside felt like it wanted to explode and it’s asking for more.

"Drake... Something is pooling inside me... I need more..." she said.

Drake smirked and replied, "My pleasure..."

He pushed in deeper... Harder...

"Ahh! Yes... Like that... Ahh... Ahh!

"Arla, you are making me come..."

"AHH!" she didn’t know what happened but her vision went white and she could feel her core contracting and throbbing. It was pulsating so hard and it felt so good that her mind flew up in the sky.

Just when she was going to open her eyes, she heard Drake say, "Fucking sexy..." before he abruptly flipped her on all fours.

"My turn..." he uttered.

She jolted when Drake suddenly pulled her hair and pushed in hard and deep.

"AHH! Drake! So deep! You are so deep in me!" she sobbed and wailed as he pounded her rough and hard. Her ass bounced against his hips with his every thrust.

No need to control himself now. He would give Arla his all.

"Ahh... Love... Your pussy is too tight... Ahh!" Drake commented before pulling her hair again making her shriek.

"Ahh!" Arla could feel herself wanting to explode again. She just had it a while ago and now she can feel it again.

"Drake, slow down... I’m gonna faint!"

"Then faint, I’ll take care of you."

She knew at that point that there was no stopping Drake now. He was so deep in her and every time he pushed in, her walls would go crazy, he was hitting something good within her.

"I’m gonna... I don’t know... Drake... I’m really gonna faint!"

"Yes, ahh, go... Cum with me, Arla..." Drake let go of her hair and grabbed her hips, pounded her harder.

He felt her walls starting to tighten, squeezing his cock.

’Shit! She’s gonna have another orgasm,’ he thought.

So he moved faster until he felt her walls pulsated in a steady beat. Her hips and legs convulsed. Her walls were milking him hard, until he, too, exploded inside her.

Think white cum filled her inside and both husband and wife came to the heavens above. Both tired and panting hard. Arla slumped on the bed, her legs were trembling. She felt warm liquid pour out from her entrance, but she didn’t pay attention to it, she was too tired to do so.

But Drake saw it and watched his seeds flowing out of his wife’s sheath. He cursed inwardly and held on to his manhood for that sight just made him hard once more.

Drake brushed away Arla’s hair from her face and asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I’m okay. Just tired and sweaty," she said while smiling and still catching her breath.

"You wanna wash up? I’ll carry you if you want," Drake offered.

A wide smile painted his face as soon as Arla nodded and immediately carried her into the bath chamber.

Arla wrapped her arms around his neck, fully unaware of her husband’s evil plan.