Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I let out a moan, unable to help myself. The way he said the dirtiest things and made my entire body tremble with need should be embarrassing. But it wasn’t. I wanted it. All of it.
“Will you let me do that?” he asked, still touching me. “Can I fuck you raw?”
I gulped and nodded. “I’m on birth control.”
“I know,” he said huskily as he ran his finger up inside of me, then eased it out slowly before sliding it up my bottom. I tensed, and he chuckled. “I love your ass.” His hand slapped it, but not hard enough for it to even sting. “Fuck, it bounces pretty.”
He was going to make me get off from his words alone. I fisted the covers and closed my eyes as my body trembled. He slapped it again and groaned.
“Such a good girl,” he said in a husky tone. “Letting me spank your sweet ass.”
His hand hit me again, and I found myself pressing back against him. Each time he touched me, my body hummed with a promise of release.
“You want more?” His voice took on a deeper timbre as he caressed where he had just popped. “You like having me spank you, sweets? Does it make your pussy feel good?”
“Yes!” I panted, so close to something. I just needed more. A little more.
When his hand connected with my bottom this time, it was harder, and I cried out, shoving back against him as a sharp ache throbbed between my legs. That was different. I wanted more of it.
“Please,” I moaned, desperate for it. Whatever it was building inside me.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he cooed, running his hand over my bottom, then sliding it between my legs. “Dripping wet. You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked with excitement in his tone.
I nodded frantically. “Yes. Please, King. Please,” I begged, pressing back and wiggling.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
Then, his hand landed harder on my butt. The smack echoed in the room, and I jerked as his name tore from my lips. It felt like an explosion went off inside of me, and a wet gush ran down my legs, startling me as I continued to shake and let out moans and cries mixed together.
“Fuckin’ hell!” King growled, then slammed inside of me, sending me spiraling further into this blissful realm he’d sent me to.
“Hottest damn pussy,” he grunted as he began to drive into me. “FUCK, RUMOR!”
I clawed at the sheets and met his thrusts, pleading with each wonderful stretch and bite of pain. Beautiful pain. I’d never believed those two words went together, but in this moment, I understood. I’d do anything to feel this with him.
“I want my cum inside you,” he said hoarsely. His fingers dug into my hips as he slammed me back against him. “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck me hard like the good girl you are.”
Those two words. I was sent shooting off into another orgasm. My knees buckled, and I no longer recognized my own voice as King’s name tore from my chest.
“GAAAAH!” he roared as his body jerked behind me.
I collapsed onto the bed as I struggled to catch my breath. He held my hips up as he continued to pump into me several more times before he stilled. I listened to his ragged breathing as he stayed inside of me. We remained like that for several moments before he slid free. He let out a long sigh as he ran his hand down the inside of my legs.
The wet gush. My eyes flew open as I remembered it now. I’d been so far gone that I didn’t care. But now…what was that?
“Easy, sweets,” he said gently. “I’m not gonna fuck you again. Yet. I just want to taste it.”
Taste it? I turned my head and looked back at him, not sure if my legs could hold me just yet without the bed’s support. He was licking his fingers when his eyes met mine, and he grinned.
“We’re gonna have to do that again when my face is down there.”
“What?” I croaked.
“You’re gonna squirt on my face. I didn’t know you could do that. You were holding back on me.”
I moved then, flipping over to sit on the bed. “What do you mean?”
He stood there with his finger still in his mouth as he studied me. I watched as he let it pop free of his lips.
“Was that the first time you squirted?” he asked me with a pleased look in his eyes.
I shook my head. “I don’t know. What do you mean, squirted?”
A slow grin spread across his face, and he bit his bottom lip, then groaned. “Fuck.”
I waited for him to say more, but he reached for the robe and picked it up, then wrapped it around me before dropping down to his haunches so that we were eye level.