Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“FUCK!” The roar that tore from his chest was matched with the hard thrust as he shoved inside of me. The sharp bite of his fingers dug into my flesh as he held on to my hips while he began to pump into me.
As I gasped for breath, my eyes flew open and locked with his. There was a primitive flare in his blue eyes. His jaw was clenched tight as he began to pound into me. The dresser thumped loudly as it hit the wall.
“Mine,” he said through clenched teeth. “Mine,” he repeated.
I lifted my legs, then pressed my knees against his ribs as the building promise of my climax drew closer. I was going to have another one. Watching his beautiful body flexed, damp with sweat, his veins standing out, as those eyes I loved looked at me like I was all he would ever need or want sent me breaking into another shattering orgasm.
“FU-UCK!” he shouted as he slammed into me one more time, then stilled. His body shuddering as his release began to fill me.
His arms wrapped around me, pulling me against his chest as he continued to pulse inside my walls, causing them to contract and squeeze. I shivered against him.
This was different. Sex with King had always been fantastic, but everything had felt elevated. There wasn’t anywhere on my body not humming with pure pleasure. I clung to him as tremors still ran through me.
He ran a hand over my head, then wrapped my hair around his hand and held it tightly. “Jesus, sweets. That was … incredible,” he breathed. He moved to press his lips to my temple. “I think you just ruined me.”
Unable to keep from smiling, I turned my face to press against him as I listened to his heart beating rapidly inside his chest. It wasn’t just me then; he’d felt it too.
What had that been? Why had it been so … so mind-blowing? I had no words to describe it.
We stayed like that, with him still inside of me, for several more moments while we waited for our breathing to level out. When he finally moved back enough to slide out of me, I wanted to sink my nails into him and hold him there. Keep him with me. This brought me a peace unlike anything else.
“Wait,” I begged, not ready for this to end.
“You know I want to see it,” he replied in a husky voice.
Shivering with pleasure, I watched him stand back, taking my legs and holding them open as his complete focus was there, where he had been. The dark, pleased look that came over his face made my heart clench tightly. It was kinky and possibly very twisted, but I liked it as much as he did.
He slid his finger over the tender entrance, and I sucked in air. His eyes moved to meet mine, and a devilish smile played over his face. “Nothing prettier than this pussy leaking my cum.”
I sucked in a breath as my skin heated. He lifted the finger he had just slid inside of me. It glistened as he studied it. As if on impulse, my lips opened, and the animalistic expression that came over his face as he took his finger to slip it into my mouth made me feel as crazed as he was.
Closing my lips around his finger, I sucked hard.
“Jesus,” he muttered in awe.
I used my tongue to lavish him with it as if it were his shaft inside my mouth.
He hissed as he slowly pulled it away. “All right, sweets, if you’re gonna get naughty, then you’re gonna get fucked again.”
Licking my lips, I smiled sweetly up at him. “Promise?” I asked.
A deep chuckle came from his chest before he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist just as his mouth covered mine.
• Twenty •
Of course he is. I don’t shoot to maim.
Rumor
The tenderness between my legs was all I had left of King for now. He was gone until Monday. I had to go five days without him. Maeme’s library had gotten me through the afternoon after he drove away. The tears came even though I fought them, but at least I had been able to wait until he was gone.
Leaving the sofa in Maeme’s living room, where I had been reading, curled up with a blanket that she had covered me up with, to go get a glass of water, I listened for any other sounds in the house. Maeme had gone up to get dressed for bed a little while ago, but she hadn’t said good night yet. I knew I should try and get some sleep, but I was afraid that once I stopped reading, all the fears about King and Scotlin in Kentucky would start taunting me.
A loud ringing went through the house as I walked through the foyer. Pausing, I looked around. What was that? Had I caused it? The sound got louder, and I moved slightly to see if I’d triggered some alarm.