Kneeling in front of me, he placed the bottle of warming lube and strap-on butterfly vibrator he’d grabbed on the floor. Then, taking hold of my legs, he bent his face to my pussy and licked me from one end to the other, starting near my ass and ending with my clit between his lips. Bringing my legs up and over his shoulders, he settled in, sliding his hands under my ass and eating me like he’d never tasted me.
He licked and sucked and tongued the hell out of me, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. I held his head with both hands, pulling his hair as the pleasure ran through me.
Just as I was about to come, he let me go and sat back. Eyes full of dark lust, he ordered, “Finish yourself off.”
King liked to watch me touch myself. Holding his gaze, I gave him what he wanted. He watched silently for a few moments, growls of satisfaction escaping his mouth, before joining in.
As my fingers worked faster, he gave me his tongue, licking and then sliding it inside me. When I started to remove my fingers, he held them in place, and together we chased my orgasm. My fingers, his tongue.
My release shattered through me, my cries gaining King’s approval. I’d barely finished when he stood, lifting me with him, and spread me out on the bed.
Kneeling on the mattress, he slammed his dick inside me on a hard thrust. “Fucking hell,” he roared, hand to my throat, eyes boring into mine. “I wanted to fuck your mouth again and come on your face, but I need your cunt.” He pounded into me, his thrusts growing rougher, faster, more demanding.
I knew this was a deviation from what he’d planned after bringing the vibrator back with him. And there was my unpredictable man. And my intense man who hunted down what he wanted with laser focus.
These were the moments I lived for.
The moments when King made me feel like the only woman in the world.
The moments when he showed me I was most definitely the only woman in the world for him.
Brilliant light crashed all around me as my eyes closed.
The pleasure was too intense.
Building and building.
I was bursting with it.
Tumbling down a cliff I wasn’t sure I’d ever survive.
It was too much.
King was too much.
My heart and brain
and core all collided as I came again.
My senses were in overdrive, aware only of King who was losing himself in me.
Thrusting, growling, grunting.
Trying like hell to find the release he needed.
But I knew it wouldn’t come yet.
It never did.
Not when he was worked up like this.
He would chase it for hours. He would fuck me until I was raw and barely able to take anymore. Until I knew both pleasure and pain inside out.
Exactly how I liked to be fucked.
Then, if I knew my man well, he would wake me tomorrow with the same level of need he had now, tonight’s sex barely touching his ferocious hunger. And this was how I always wanted it to be between us, because King never failed to give me what I needed even when I didn’t know I needed it.
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