Текст книги "All or Nothing "

Автор книги: C. C. Wood

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Chapter Six

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My body bucked, my hands yanking at King’s hair as I came. He meant what he said earlier about wanting me to sit on his face. Not only did he mean it, he was good at it. He was voracious and he seemed to enjoy it almost as much as I did.

As the last tremors wracked my body, I slumped over the arm of the sofa, gasping for breath. I grunted as King lifted me off of him and shifted me to the side so he could sit up.

Limp, I watched as his hand stroked down his hard cock and felt another shudder run down my spine. Deliberately, he stroked himself again and I felt my mouth water. I didn’t have a problem with giving head, but I’d never wanted to taste a man so badly before.

Slightly disappointed, I continued to observe him as he rolled a condom down the length of his dick.

“Come here, darlin’.” He grabbed my hip and pulled me over his lap until I straddled him. His face got close to mine. “I can see you wanna return the favor, baby, but I don’t have the patience for that right now. I want you to ride me hard and fast, okay?”

I nodded, wincing as his palm met my ass again. It didn’t hurt, but it did startle me. I rose up on my knees and slid him inside me, lowering myself until he filled me completely.

Then I did what he demanded and rode him hard and fast.

After he managed to wring another orgasm out of me, King finally came too.

He also wasn’t lying when he said he wasn’t done with me. He made me come so many times that I was sore and raw.

Finally, after one in the morning, I rolled off the couch and staggered over to the desk where most of my clothes were piled.

“What are you doing?” he rasped, his voice hoarse.

“I need to go home. I have to work tomorrow.”

I crouched down to pick up my panties and slide them up my legs. It took me a second to locate my bra under the pile of fabric on the desktop. I’d just finished clasping it when his arms came around my waist.

“I told you I wasn’t done with you,” he murmured against my neck.

“I have to go, King. I need to get a couple hours of sleep. I can’t risk being late tomorrow, I have a meeting at work I can’t miss.”

He squeezed me closer for a split second before he released me. I pulled on my skirt, zipping it down the center, and tugged my sweater over my head. I didn’t bother with my thigh highs and slid my bare feet into my boots.

I stuffed my stockings into my bag and turned to find King fully dressed and watching me, tucking his cell phone into his back pocket.

“Ready?” he asked.

“I can just call a cab,” I offered.

King’s face hardened. “You can, but you won’t. You’re going to sit your ass in my truck and let me drive you home.”

“King-”

He moved quickly, one second he was across the room from me and in the blink of an eye he was in my face. “Okay, Jena. I figured out a coupla things tonight. First, you like arguing with me. For whatever reason, it gets you off. Most of the time, I’ll let you get by with it, but not when it comes to something like your safety. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you take a cab home alone at one o’clock in the morning.”

“What’s the second thing you learned?” I asked sarcastically, not wanting to like what he was saying, but doing it anyway.

His eyes grew warm. “That I can usually get you to agree to anything if my dick’s in you, so it’s fine by me if you keep arguing, because I’ll just fuck the sass right out of you.”

My mouth fell open then I shut it so quickly my teeth clicked together. Then I opened it again to say something, anything, but couldn’t think of a single retort.

King grinned down at me. “If you’re done arguing, I’ll drive you home.”

I nodded and let him guide me out of the office, ignoring his quiet chuckle as we went. The drive back to my place was silent, me staring out the window and wondering what I was doing but thinking I wanted to do it again, while King was brooding about….something. He was hard to read.

When he pulled up in front of my apartment, the awkward feelings returned full force. I had no idea what to say to him. Maybe “Thanks for the orgasms”?

“Thanks for the ride home,” I mumbled, relieved I hadn’t blurted out what was actually running through my head.

“No problem,” King said with a shrug.

“Well, um, okay. Night.”

I unbuckled my seat belt and opened my door. By the time I hopped down out of the truck, he was standing in front of me. I realized then that he intended to walk me to my door.

“I’ll be fine walking to my door alone,” I insisted.

King didn’t bother arguing with me, he just curved his arm around my waist and escorted me down the sidewalk and up the stairs that led to my apartment. Fumbling, I dug my keys out of my purse as we walked.

He took them from me and unlocked the deadbolt and knob before handing them back to me.

“Great night, darlin’,” he muttered.

While I wasn’t sure I agreed with that assessment, I wanted to be alone so I could get my head on straight. In order to do that, I needed him to leave so I nodded.

King lifted a hand, cupping my jaw. His thumb dragged across my bottom lip. “Night, Jena.”

“Good night, King,” I responded, pulling out of his embrace and walking into my apartment.

I didn’t meet his eyes as I turned and closed the door, locking both the doorknob and deadbolt. As I secured the chain, I heard him take off down the stairs.

Not for the first time that evening, I wondered what in the hell I had done.

Though my skin was still sticky from sweat, I decided not to shower. Sleep was more important at the moment.

I dropped my purse on the table by the door and staggered to my bedroom, stripping off my sweater as I went. Once I was down to my underwear, I tossed my clothes in the hamper and left my boots lying on the floor. Tugging a baggy t-shirt over my head, I forced myself to go into the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth.

It was closing in on two in the morning when I finally fell face first onto my mattress, groaning as my muscles protested the movement. King had been vigorous, and I knew I was going to feel him for the next couple of days.

I rolled over, holding my pillow to my face. I couldn’t think about this shit right now. My alarm would go off in a little over four hours and I wasn’t lying when I told King that I had a meeting this morning. I needed to be firing on all cylinders.

Making a sound of disgust in the back of my throat, I crammed the pillow behind my head and twisted around until I was lying sprawled on my belly.

Needless to say, when you added the five orgasms King gave me to the late hour, it was no surprise I was already half asleep. As I drifted off, I realized that I could still smell his scent on my skin.

Chapter Seven

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The night that King fucked me in his office was the beginning. What it began, I didn’t understand. All I knew was that King was waiting on the steps in front of my apartment when I came home from work the next day.

After I parked my car, I sat inside it and stared at him. His elbows were planted on his knees, palms pressed together, and I knew he was looking right back at me.

“Seriously?” I asked my windshield.

Apparently King’s eyesight was really good because he grinned at me as though he knew exactly what I said.

“Shit.” I was too tired to deal with him tonight. I hadn’t even begun to analyze my own thoughts about last night. Mostly because I didn’t know what to think.

Grabbing my laptop bag and purse, I climbed out of my car. It was hotter than hell and my car was already stifling.

Eager to be out of the heat and to get rid of King, I hurried up to my apartment, wrapping my arms around my waist.

As I approached him, I realized that King seemed oblivious to the temperatures. He wore his usual black uniform of jeans, boots, and a black t-shirt.

“King,” I murmured, nodding to him before I unlocked my front door.

The corners of his mouth twitched as he lifted his chin in a non-verbal greeting.

I wrestled the door open and King followed me inside. I completed my usual routine of dropping my purse and keys on the table, and placing my laptop bag on the floor in front of it.

I decided to be blunt. “What are you doing here?” I asked King, doing nothing to hide the irritation in my voice while keeping my back to him.

Once again his response didn’t involve words. He grabbed my arm, whirling me around, and shoved me back against the wall behind the door. I stiffened as his eyes wandered down my body, heating in a way I recognized. The same way they had last night.

When he finally spoke, he said, “Damn, darlin’. You dress like this for work everyday?”

My mouth went dry as his hand slid down my arm, his thumb brushing the side of my breast before he reached my waist and hips, squeezing gently.

I shifted against the wall as his hand slid lower until he reached the hem of my purple dress. His fingers were burning against my skin as they skimmed up the outside of my thigh, lifting the light cotton.

I gasped when his other hand did the same on the opposite side of my body, tugging up my dress until he could see the dark purple satin and lace panties I wore beneath.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his jaw clenching. “Thigh highs again.”

A cell phone rang, jerking me right out of the fog of lust. I lurched backwards, my head thumping against the wall. I realized that it wasn’t my phone when King’s hands disappeared and my dress slid back down to the tops of my thighs.

“Goddammit,” he snapped, reaching back to pull his cell out of his pocket.

Shaky and uncertain, I brushed by him and headed straight into the kitchen. I decided to brew a half pot of coffee. It was clear that I needed to get a couple of things straight with King, and with myself.

I shouldn’t have let him touch me, I realized that now. Not last night, and definitely not today. It was a maelstrom in the making. I couldn’t do anything about my behavior before, but I had to put a stop to this before it got out of hand.

I could hear the quiet murmur of King’s voice from my living room as I brewed the coffee and poured us each a cup. When I carried them out, he was ending his call and tucking his phone in his pocket.

The tightness in his jaw relaxed when I held out the mug and he took it. “Thanks, darlin’.”

I shrugged, settling on the end of my couch, my back against the corner. “I wasn’t sure how you took it, so I made it black.”

He sat down next to me, too close for my peace of mind. “That’s how I like it,” he answered before taking a sip.

I wrapped both hands around my cup and studied him in silence for a few moments. “What are you doing here, King?” My voice was soft, non-confrontational. I wanted an honest answer.

He set his coffee on the table in front of the couch and twisted toward me, his arm stretching along the back of the couch. “I told you last night that I wasn’t done with you.”

Frowning, I sipped my coffee in an effort to buy myself time before I had to respond because, frankly, I had no clue what to say. Finally, I settled on, “Last night was a mistake, King.”

He laughed. Laughed. “Why do you say that, darlin’?” he questioned, his hand lifting to tangle in the ends of my hair.

I jerked my head to the side, dislodging his fingers. “Because it just was,” I snapped.

All the humor fled his face and he wrapped a hank of my hair around his fist, holding my head steady. “The fuck you say, baby. Last night was probably the best fuck I’ve had in years.”

Annoyed by his crude words and more than a little freaked out, I sneered at him. “Well, it wasn’t for me.”

I immediately wished I hadn’t spoken. First of all that lie was so big I was surprised that God hadn’t struck me down with a lightning bolt. Secondly, it pissed him off. He was livid.

“What did you just say to me?” he whispered.

I rolled my lips between my teeth, my eyes wide, and he took my coffee out of my hands, placing it deliberately next to his cup.

When he turned, I lifted a hand. “King, we can’t do this,” I stated softly but firmly. “I can’t do this.”

Both of his hands gripped my hair, holding my head perfectly still as his face drew closer. “Why not?”

“Too many reasons,” I answered breathlessly. “The first being that you’re Justin’s best friend.”

“Justin’s dead, Jena,” he stated flatly, his face so close to mine that all I could see were his black eyes. They glittered like ice, cold and deadly.

I flinched at his blunt words, but kept trying to get through to him. “And I’m not the type of girl who shares. I know your other….girlfriends probably don’t care, or at least act like they don’t, but I’m not interested in someone who fucks everything with tits.”

His grip on my hair tightened painfully, to the point that I gasped. King’s eyes flickered and his hands relaxed, but only slightly. “I don’t know where you got the idea I’m a manwhore, babe, but I’m a little more discriminating than that.”

I didn’t believe that for a second. He was too damn good at wringing orgasms from my body, as though he’d had lots of practice. “Okay, then, I’m not in the market for a fuck buddy, a boyfriend, or any kind of male companionship.”

Suddenly, King was laughing again, his rage forgotten. Still grinning, he leaned forward even more until our lips barely touched.

I held my breath, because I was seconds away from trying to stick my tongue in his mouth.

“Who are you trying to convince, Jena? Me or you?” he whispered against my lips. “Because you are definitely in need of a man, and definitely a man like me. You think I’m a complete asshole, yet you let me do whatever the fuck I wanted to you last night. You didn’t even blink when I bent you over my desk naked except for those sexy as hell boots you’re wearing right now. You got off on it. You got off on everything I did to you. I know you haven’t had a man since Justin died. It shows. So I’m gonna give you what you need and I’m gonna take what I want.”

I no longer wanted to stick my tongue in his mouth. No, I wanted to slap that smug look off his face. Mostly because everything he said was true and I hated it. I despised my weakness. Even though I thought he was a dick, he was hot and I’d all but begged him to screw me last night.

I reached out and fisted my hand in his shirt. “Fuck you, Alaric.”

I felt his smile against my mouth since our lips were still touching and a shiver ran down my spine because that smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“What’d I tell you about sayin’ that to me?” he rumbled, rising to his knees on the couch, leaning over me with our faces all but pressed together.

I shoved at his chest, angry but turned on at the same time. I wanted to bite him, scratch him, and leave my marks all over his body. No one had ever elicited such a desire to commit violence from me before.

He didn’t budge.

Fisting both hands in the fabric of his shirt, I pulled him down on top of me, my legs spreading to make room for his hips.

“If you wanna fuck me, I’m the only woman you’re fucking,” I snarled, sinking my teeth into his bottom lip.

King didn’t hesitate. He shoved my dress up and ground the heel of his hand against my center. “This is the only pussy I want right now.” He rotated his palm over me, pressing down hard. “And this is mine until I tell you otherwise, understand?” he demanded.

“Fine,” I snapped, lifting my hips against the caress. My fingers tangled in his hair and I pulled his head back before sinking my teeth into his throat deep enough to leave a mark.

There was a sharp tug at my hips and I heard fabric rip. I clawed at King’s back when his fingers slid inside me, pressing deep.

My head rolled back, a moan pouring out of my throat.

“You like that?” King asked, his voice low and rough.

My legs fell open wider and I squirmed as his fingers stroked me, but I didn’t answer.

“Last night was fun, babe, but I want a bed this time.”

King stood and lifted me to my feet, the remnants of my panties falling to the floor. I tripped as he dragged me out of the living room and down the hall to the bedroom, but he kept me from falling.

It was rough, angry, and wild. Something dark overwhelmed me. I wanted to devour him, to annihilate him. I bit and scratched, leaving teeth and nail marks all over his body. King didn’t seem to mind.

“Fucking wildcat,” he growled.

When it was over, I lay facedown on the mattress, my body aching inside and out. I kept my head turned away from King, staring blankly at the wall. I had no idea what came over me when I was with him.

I disliked King more than I’d ever disliked anyone. I didn’t loathe many people, but he rubbed me the wrong way from the moment I met him. Why couldn’t I keep my hands off him?

Suddenly, my throat felt tight and scratchy, and my eyes burned. I was ashamed of myself. I was completely out of control. That was the only explanation.

Slowly I sat up, reaching for the baggy t-shirt I usually wore to bed. After I dropped it over my head, I barely glanced over my shoulder. “I think you should go,” I muttered, getting to my feet and leaving the bedroom.

It may have been cowardly but I intended to hide in the bathroom while he dressed. After I cleaned up and washed my hands and face, I leaned over the counter, staring at myself in the mirror.

“What in the hell is your problem?” I whispered. “You’re losing your mind.”

I took a few more minutes to get myself together then opened the door. I stepped back abruptly. King stood in front of me; his hands braced high on the doorframe, wearing nothing but his unbuttoned black jeans and a scowl.

“Obviously, you still don’t understand how this is gonna go, Jena,” he stated.

I tried to yank my arm away when his hand snaked out and grabbed my wrist. Then he dragged me out of the bathroom.

I dug my heels in. “I’m tired of you shoving me around!” I yelled, fighting against his hold.

In a flash, King had me backed against the wall in the hallway and his face was in mine. Yet another thing I was tired of.

I shoved at him. “Back off, King!”

“This thing between you and me,” he started, gesturing between us, “it’s happening. You won’t admit it, but you want me. You can’t keep your goddamn hands off of me. Your mouth says you don’t wanna do this, but your body, well, it’s fuckin’ honest. As soon as I touch that pussy, you shut up and spread. Until that doesn’t happen anymore, it’s mine.”

The longer he spoke, the more I wanted claw his eyes out. I also wanted to sink my nails into his naked chest and throw him down on the floor. It was a bewildering response. How could I want to make him bleed yet screw him blind at the same time?

I reigned in my response. He wanted a reaction, but I refused to give him one. Shrugging off his hands, I slid to the side and turned my back on him, heading into the kitchen. I knew he followed me, but I ignored him.

I put ice in a glass and filled it with tap water, taking a long drink. Once I was sure I could speak without telling him to fuck himself, something I had to stop doing since it got me in trouble every damn time, I put the glass on the counter and faced him.

“Fine. Have it your way, King. We’ll do this for a while, but, when I decide I’m done, it’s done. You don’t get a say. If I put an end to this before you do, you accept it and walk away. Clear?”

He crossed his arms over his impressive chest, the muscles in his shoulders and arms bulging. Resolutely, I kept my eyes on his face, waiting.

“King?” I prompted.

He gave a sharp nod that I took as acceptance. My muscles relaxed and I leaned back against the counter.

With his agreement, I felt at least a semblance of control over the situation.

But it was a lie.

Like all things involving King Sloan, chaos would eventually rule and the illusion of constraint would be shattered.

Part Two

Dirty Trick

Chapter Eight

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I still didn’t know how to classify my tumultuous relationship with King. Usually I’d get a text from him in the middle of the day, telling me what time he would be over. Occasionally he would call. No matter how he communicated he wasn’t the most verbose man.

We never went anywhere public together. He always came to my apartment. We frequently ordered dinner in, but every so often he would bring food. Sometimes I would cook for two.

Still, every night, he came over, regardless of time, and he would stay until morning. I expected him to leave the first few times, even tried to encourage it, but he seemed oblivious to my hints. King slept in my bed with me without fail.

I wanted to hate it, but I couldn’t. After eighteen months without being touched, I couldn’t get enough.

The sex was amazing. Once I stopped fighting him at every turn, it got better. Unbelievably better. It was still wild, rough, and intense, but I quickly discovered that sometimes King liked to play, and it was incredible when he did.

Today was the first time he hadn’t contacted me since this began. I hadn’t heard from him at all.

Twice, I’d caught myself reaching for my phone with the intention of texting or calling him, but I didn’t. Somehow it was my unwritten rule. He reached out first. I never instigated communication.

I found myself waiting for my phone to buzz all day, but there was nothing.

When I got home from work, I half expected King to be there, waiting on me. I made soup and a sandwich for dinner, intentionally only cooking enough for myself. If King wanted to eat with me, he should have called.

My apartment didn’t feel empty at all.

Finally, at midnight, I turned off the TV and went to bed. I didn’t have to be at work tomorrow, so I planned to sleep late, eat a leisurely breakfast, and clean my apartment. Without King underfoot, I’d have a chance to get more done and maybe read a book or watch some movies.

It took me a while to fall asleep, but I refused to believe it was because my bed felt lonely.

The pounding on my door woke me a little after three. I sat straight up in bed, clutching my blanket to my chest. I grabbed my cordless phone off the nightstand and slid out of bed. The banging had stopped for a few seconds before resuming.

Gripping the phone tightly, I crept down the hall and to the front door. Putting my eye to the peephole, I peered outside. Then I cursed and threw open the door.

“What the hell, King? You scared me to death!”

He scowled at me before brushing by without a word. I barely contained my impulse to slam the door. If King hadn’t woken up my neighbors with his loud arrival, I didn’t want to be the one to do it.

“What are you doing here?” I hissed, tossing my phone on the side table by the couch.

King stood in front of me, his hands on his hips and his eyes roving over my body. “You don’t even give a shit, do you?” he asked.

Confused, I frowned at him. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s no difference to you whether I’m here or not.”

“What?”

“Every night for the last few months, I’ve been here, eatin’ dinner with you, fuckin’ you, and goin’ to bed with you. Tonight is the first night I haven’t and I don’t hear a single, goddamn word from you.”

Suddenly the light dawned. “You’re pissed,” I stated incredulously. “Why in the hell are you pissed?”

“Seriously, babe?”

“What do you want from me, King?” I asked, throwing my arms up in the air.

He stalked forward, getting into my space. “What do you think we’re doing here, Jena?”

“Honestly?”

His eyes narrowed, glittering dangerously. “No, I want you to fuckin’ lie to me.”

I scoffed. “King, the only thing that’s happening here is you’re getting pissed because your fuck buddy isn’t panting after you like a bitch in heat.”

“Is that what you think?” he whispered ominously.

“What am I supposed to think?” I yelled.

Then all the air left my lungs with a whoosh when King rushed me, bending at the waist and planting his shoulder in my gut.

“Put me down!” I yelped, smacking his back as he carried me down the hall.

When we reached my bedroom, he threw me down on the bed. I started to roll away, angrier than I’d ever been, but King’s body hit mine, pinning me to the mattress with my hands above my head.

I growled low in my throat and lunged upward at him, baring my teeth.

The asshole had the audacity to laugh as he evaded my bite. “Fuckin’ wildcat,” he murmured. “I bet if I let your wrists go, you’d try to tear my face off with your nails.”

“No, I’d claw your eyes out,” I snarled.

His expression became stony. “Did you even care that you didn’t hear from me today?” he asked.

Though my hands were trapped, I tried to shrug my shoulders.

“Jesus Christ, you’re a piece of work,” he muttered. Then his face lowered toward mine. “Answer me, Jena. Do you give a shit that I didn’t call or text you today like I’ve done every fuckin’ day?”

I glared at him, but still didn’t speak.

“Answer me!” he roared.

“Yes, okay! Yes!” I relented. I hated that I depended upon him to be here because I knew it couldn’t last forever.

His face softened. “Then why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I don’t know what I’m doing, King. I don’t know what you want from me.”

His eyes moved over my face. “Forget about what I fuckin’ want. Tell me what you want.”

“I don’t know!” I exclaimed, tossing my head. “When we’re not having sex, half the time you’re pissing me off and the rest of the time you confuse the shit out of me.”

He smiled slightly, though I didn’t understand what he found so funny. “I know the feeling.”

I scowled at him and he outright laughed. The frown on my face disappeared as he lowered his head and ran his nose along the side of my jaw. I couldn’t control the shiver that rushed down my spine when his tongue touched the skin just below my ear.

In the blink of an eye, he sat up to straddle me and yanked my t-shirt over my head. Then he stripped off his own shirt.

My hands lifted as he lowered his body to mine, pressing against his sides. “What are you doing?”

His mouth hit my neck, nibbling gently. “Showing you what I want.”

My heart lurched at his words. It was obvious he wanted sex and I couldn’t control the disappointment that shafted through me. This was all I was to him, which was why I hadn’t called him today. It was time to admit it, even if it was just to myself. I was getting in too deep with King.

My brain stopped functioning when his hand cupped my breast, his fingers tugging at my nipple. Our mouths fused together, but this kiss felt different.

While the urgency was there, boiling just below the surface, King controlled it. As his tongue tangled with mine, he braced his body above me on his elbows, his hands curved around my head.

I felt surrounded, but in the best possible way.

My palms skimmed his sides, running lightly over hot, smooth skin and thick muscle. King lifted his hips as my fingers tugged at the button on his jeans and slid down the zipper. Then my hand was inside the denim, wrapping around his rigid cock.

Surprised, I stopped kissing him and focused on the weight in my palm. “You’re so hard,” I whispered.

“Happens every time you get mad at me, sugar,” he stated, thrusting against my hand as I stroked him.

“Really?”

He grinned. “Fuck yeah. You’re sexy as hell when you’re pissed at me.”

I used my other hand to shove at his pants, trying to push them down his legs. He knifed up and stood by the bed, shucking off his jeans, boots, and socks. He stopped to pull a string of condoms out of his jacket. Then he grabbed my ankles and yanked me to the edge of the mattress.

I lifted my hips as his fingers curled around the waistband of my underwear and peeled them off. Kneeling by the bed, King spread my legs apart, his big hands cupping my thighs.

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as he lowered his head and put his mouth to my flesh. I moaned as he slowly pushed two fingers inside me. The tip of his tongue circled my clit before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked.

A loud moan rolled out of my mouth and my hips rocked against his lips and tongue. King’s free hand reached up and he pinched my nipple with just enough pressure to cross over the edge from pleasurable to painful.

I cried out, my body jolting, as he ruthlessly attacked my clit with his teeth and tongue. Though he’d been giving me mind-blowing orgasms almost every night, I was already hovering on the edge of release.

When King went down on me, he did it with a single-minded intensity. Sometimes he would take his time and tease me until I begged, but usually he was voracious and he would bring me to climax over and over again just because he wanted to. It was as if he relished his mastery of my body.

He slid his fingers deeper into my body, rubbing them hard against the front wall of my pussy. My body shuddered as I strained toward the release, hovering on that razor sharp edge but never going over.

He released my breast and lowered his other hand. I gasped as I felt his thumb brush my asshole. I tensed a little as he pressed in slightly, but completely forgot about what he was doing when he flicked my clit with the tip of his tongue while he suckled.

Every muscle in my lower body locked down as I cried out and came. I trembled as King continued to play with my clit, drawing out my orgasm. His thumb pressed deeper into my ass but, to my shock, I liked it. Actually, I freaking loved it.

I fell back against the bed as King gave me one last lick and lifted his mouth from my flesh. I watched with heavy eyes as he ripped open a condom and rolled it down his dick. The sight made me twitch, because even after that incredible climax, I wanted him inside me.

He leaned over, sliding an arm beneath me and shifting me back to the middle of the bed. Then he stretched out over me, guiding his cock into me and thrusting home. He wasn’t wild or rough, but he went deep and he did it hard and slow.

I lifted my knees high, my hands skimming over his chest so that my nails lightly scratched his nipples. King groaned, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder and grabbing my hip with his other hand. The position opened me up to his cock, the head angling up inside of me in a way that made my pussy clench.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he muttered, his hips slamming harder and faster into mine.

His palm pressed down onto my lower abdomen, the heel of his hand grinding on my clit. My hands flew up to his shoulders, nails digging into his muscles.

“King!” I yelped, my body bucking beneath his.