His lips found mine in the dark. I clung to him, tasting my own honey on his lips mixed with traces of bourbon. I didn’t care. It was erotic and sexy. I felt the ripples of his strong muscles as my hands slid over his body.
That was the downside of the dark. I couldn’t see how beautifully sculpted he was, but I could feel it.
My hands traveled farther south until I felt the tip of his cock. Holy shit. He was huge. I touched the head of pre-cum, massaging it into his skin. My hand slid over his shaft as he groaned. I wanted to attempt to give him half of what he had just given me. My body still hummed from the orgasm.
“Fuck, love,” he hissed.
I worked his erection, tugging his balls as I moved up and down.
“Wait.” His hands landed on my wrists.
Before I could adjust he moved out of my reach and hopped from the bed. He pulled the drapes to the side. A soft stream of moonlight fell across the bed.
“My fantasy. I want to see your eyes when my cock is buried in your throat.”
My eyes widened as I licked my lips because now I could see it. I saw the bulging shaft between his legs. It wasn’t a standard penis and I didn’t know how that was going to fit in my throat. I’d never considered whether I was equipped for a man like Damon, but I was willing to try. I’d never wanted to rock a blow job so badly.
He straddled me, pressing the smoothness of his cock to my lips. I adjusted to the dimness of the light, and I could see everything now. The lust in his eyes. The danger lurking behind his next glance.
He was strong and confident. I was sure those were requirements to be a king, but the rest of the package was unreal. Muscle met muscle with perfect angles. I traced the lines of his chest with my nails. He groaned, sliding the crown between my lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He stared into my eyes and I opened my mouth to accommodate him, tasting the saltiness of the come on the tip. I closed my eyes reveling in this moment.
The moment when I sucked the king of Galona’s glorious cock. He was at my mercy. He wanted me. He needed me.
I tipped my chin, changing the angle and he thrust deeper, meeting the back of my tongue. I mewed lightly, loving how he felt. Loving the look in his eyes. I gave him this kind of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he began to lose control. His hips jutted faster as he moved with urgent rhythm. He stroked my face, his eyes never moving from mine. “Fucking amazing.” He gritted his teeth.
I dug my nails into the rigid muscles of his ass, daring him to come in my mouth. Begging for him to let me finish him off.
“It’s not ending like this.” He grinned. He slid he shaft free. It glistened with my saliva in the moonlight.
He spun me around, gripping my wrists and wrapping them around the bedpost. A sliver of panic ran through me. Just how dirty would his fantasy get?
“Hold on,” he ordered.
He lifted my hips in the air as he licked my entrance, swirling his tongue around, tracing a torturous pattern. I clenched with the building ache.
I whimpered.
“Please.”
“Please, what?” He kissed my bottom, biting with playful nips. He was behind me. His hulking body, radiated heat and masculinity.
I quivered. “Please now. Please.” I didn’t know I had one of those raspy sexy voices until now.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes. Please. Yes.”
I was like a live wire. I needed to be tamed. I needed to be soothed.
Damon leaned over to the bedside table and opened a drawer. I heard him rip the corner from a foil packet. I waited in agony as he sheathed his cock with a condom. The seconds felt like hours. My body longed for release. For pleasure.
I turned to look at him over my shoulder. I was on my knees. My hands anchored to the post. Suddenly, he twirled me from my position and I was on my back, looking into his dark eyes. The soft blankets floated around me.
His mouth seared into mine and I tangled my arms around him.