The Skull King (Skull 1)

His hands slid under mine, and he groped my tits with his enormous palms. He squeezed them hard then flicked his thumbs across the nipples. “Fuck, you look so sexy on my dick right now.”

“I feel so sexy.” I leaned forward and pressed my hands against his chest for balance. I rocked my hips slowly and pushed back into him, forcing his dick deep inside me before I slowly pulled away again. I wanted to treasure every single inch of that behemoth, to give it the love it deserved. It was a gift from God and should be worshiped accordingly. Even though I kept my movements slow, I knew I was going to come. It never took long with this man, maybe a few minutes. I stopped because I didn’t want to explode so soon, didn’t want to show how lonely I was in that horrific marriage.

He grabbed my hips and forced me to keep going. “Don’t do that.”

My nails clawed into his chest. “Do what?”

“Hold back. Come on my dick as much as you want, as quickly as you want.” He dragged my hips harder, tilting me at the right angle so my clit dragged against his body. He held his head up from the bed slightly, his neck strained as the muscles and tendons flexed. Regardless of his mood, he wore the sexiest expressions. Right now, he was focused, his jaw tight and his eyes dark. It was enough to make any woman come.

I closed my eyes and felt my hips buck. “Oh god…” I bit my bottom lip.

“Look at me.”

My eyes flashed open and locked on his. My intense orgasm was a million times stronger with that connection, with that beautiful man looking into my gaze like he was staring at my soul.

My nails dug into his chest, and I bucked frantically, riding his cock hard as I finished. He’d barely been inside me for a few minutes, and his cock was already soaked in my orgasm. When the sensation passed, my hips slowed down, and I took him gently again, my claws retracting back into my fingers.

“I love watching you come.” His hands spanned across my stomach, and he rubbed his thumbs across the skin surrounding my belly button. “I could jerk off to it a million times.”

The fantasy of him rubbing one out in the shower or in his bed was enough to make my pussy tighten around his dick again. He was so thick it wasn’t hard to do. The slightest sensation made me squeeze him like a firm hand. “I jerk off to you every night. I pretend my husband is you when he fucks me. I come picturing your face…” I started to grind against him harder, my pussy taking all of him with my thrusts. I would never have the audacity to say these things to anyone else, but I was too high to care. I was having an affair with a man I met in a bar. There wasn’t much more I could do to ruin my reputation.

He sat up and dug his hand deep into my hair. His lips moved to my neck, and he wrapped his powerful arm around my waist. Then he guided me up and down, forced me to take his length deep and hard.

My arms circled his neck, and I kissed him hard on the mouth, my pussy stuffed with his massive dick. I panted into his mouth like a bitch in heat, desperate for him to give me his seed. My fingers tackled his hair, and I rocked against him, being swept away in the strongest passion I’d ever known. Even when I was in love, the sex wasn’t like this. It was good enough, but not good like this. “Balto…” My hands swept across his shoulders, feeling all the individual lines that separated his muscles. My nails trailed over the sweat that started to glisten across his hard body. I pulled my head back and pressed my face close to his, noting his cheekbones were so sharp they could cut glass. “I want to watch you come.”

“I want to keep fucking you.”

“You can—but come first.” I pressed my face against his, and I moved with him, rocking his thick dick harder and harder.

He looked me in the eye as he hit his threshold, a moan coming from his closed mouth. He wasn’t vocal in his climaxes, screaming at the top of his lungs the way I did. He took the silent road, but all of his enjoyment was in his eyes. They closed initially once the euphoria hit him hard. They opened again as he clenched his jaw, his cock twitching inside of me as he filled the tip of the condom. Then his hips gave a noticeable jerk, a thrust as he finished. He held his breath during the entire combustion, and once it passed, he took a deep breath. “Jesus Christ, this pussy.” He rolled me onto my back and slipped off the condom. But his dick was still hard, solid like he hadn’t come at all. He opened his nightstand and grabbed another condom before he rolled it onto his length.