Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27552 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
I swear I go fucking blind from the pleasure of it all. From him.
I’m not in the room anymore or on the floor. I’m on another planet where I’m floating above myself, watching the sexiest scene I’ve ever laid eyes on unfold beneath me. King between my legs. King bringing me pleasure. King making me come until I’m sure I’m blacking out.
When I come to, King is between my legs with the thick head of his hot throbbing erection prodding at the entrance to my soaking, wet pussy. He grabs his shaft and rubs the head through my wetness, and I groan, the need building even faster this time. My lower stomach is tight and so is every nerve ending working overtime to hold my body together and keep it from exploding from sheer fucking pleasure.
“So wet for me. You want this cock?” he asks, kissing me on the lips. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth then releases it, searching my eyes for the answer.
I smile up at him. “Fuck, yeah, I do,” I whisper.
He repositions himself at my entrance, and with a flex of his hips, he’s inside me. Deep. Stretching. Filling. “So fucking tight,” he groans.
It is tight because I wince when the bite of pain becomes almost too much.
King stills. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s just been a while,” I explain.
“I can stop,” he says, pulling back slightly.
I dig my nails into his shoulders. “No, you fucking won’t,” I hear myself growl. “I just need a second.”
King chuckles. “There’s my girl.”
I flex my hips to test my readiness, and he hisses between his teeth. I feel strong, powerful for being able to elicit that kind of reaction from him. “I’m good,” I tell him. The truth is that I’m more than good. I’m fucking great. His cock is touching every part of my fucking pussy that needs to be touched, and it’s happening all at once. I’m so incredibly full of him, but all I can think is that I want more. So much more. Of this. Of him.
Of us.
King kisses my neck and works his lips up to my jaw, still not moving. “Fuck. I hate that you’re not comfortable, but holy fucking shit, you’re so tight, you’re choking my cock.”
“I can stop,” I repeat his words, cocking an eyebrow up at him.
Now, it’s his turn to use my words against me. “No, you fucking won’t,” he says with a smirk.
I flex my hips again, and his eyes darken. He begins to move in and out. Each movement eliciting a gasp or moan from either of us. I lift my hips, and he thrusts faster and faster. I keep up the best I can. He’s not just fucking me. We’re fucking each other.
It’s like when fire and ice collide. A bomb of feelings. Opposites coming together in an explosion of the senses. All I can feel, smell, taste, is him. All around me. Inside me. He’s everywhere. My body. My heart.
“I’m close. So fucking. close,” I manage to cry out.
“I know. I can fucking feel it,” King replies, the chords of his neck strained. The muscles of his chest and abs flexing as he thrusts into me over and over again.
My breasts feel heavy, and my skin is on fire. The sound of our bodies slapping together and the smell of sweat and sex is too fucking much. My pussy clamps down around his cock. I convulse, squeezing him with all I have as I come even harder than I had the first time, my vision turning to static and my body lost to the pleasure and feeling and sensations of King. I’m still coming, awash in a wave of a next level orgasm when he places a hand other underneath me, lifting my hips. The other finds its way around my throat. He leaves it there as I feel his cock swell within me, growing even harder until a few wild and lust crazed thrusts later he’s groaning my name. My fingers dig into his ass, and he stills as he comes deep within me. “Fuck, Pup. Oh, fuuuuccck,” he cries, as he rides my pussy until his own orgasm ebbs and we’re left in a pile of sweat and heavy breathing beside each other on the bed.
“I fucking missed that,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.
He grabs my chin and forces me to face him. His green eyes staring into mine with a possessive ferocity that I feel in my already heaving chest.
“I fucking missed you. All of you. Not just this.” His voice grows quiet. I’m feeling every emotion possible for this man, but the loudest of the emotions screaming from within my heart is love.
Always love.
“You scared me for a while there. Don’t be afraid to talk to me. Not ever. This is too important. We are too important.”