King Maker (King Maker 3)

He must have thought the same as I heard the lace give. Then I found heaven as he sank two long fingers deep inside me, palming my clit with expert pressure in the process.

It didn’t take long for me to splinter under the use of his expert hands until I was boneless.

He slid down the length of my body until his mouth consumed my pussy. I didn’t think I had another orgasm in me, but I was so wrong. The pressure of his tongue wasn’t frantic. It was languid and deep, sinking inside me to swirl around, bringing me close yet again.

When he changed directions and gently bit my clit, I thought I would explode. With two fingers, he sucked my bundle of nerves and finger fucked me like he’d been certified in cunnilingus.

I hungered for more.

“Kalen, I need you,” I called out.

He got to his feet and picked me up.

“Where are we going?”

“Shower. I don’t have a condom and I fear it’s going to get messy.”

As I popped an eye open, I fell into the depths of a green one. “Why?” I asked.

“It’s going to take more than once to have my fill of yer.”

He set me on my feet just inside the door of my tiny bathroom before preceding me in to turn on the water.

Then I found myself trapped with one of his hands holding me where I stood. Before I could breathe, I was slammed against the wall. His erection pressed against me, his mouth covering mine.

“I fear we won’t make it to the shower. I need you,” I heard somewhere off in the distance. I think I might have even heard his buckle and zipper as one of his legs burrowed between mine. With a jerk, he forced them apart.

Plumes of moisture began to drift around us as his gaze ate me up, yet he waited like he wanted permission.

“I need you,” I begged again.

He searched my face. I nipped at his lip before kissing him lightly to convince him I wanted this. I wrapped my hand around him to stroke him.

“Please,” I said, not understanding his reluctance.

It took some doing, but he finally lost himself after cautious kisses and began to devour me until I was boneless with pleasure.

“Tha thu a ‘mhèinn.”

He’d said that before and I struggled to remember.

“You’re mine, lass. Don’t forget it.”

He jacked up my leg and lifted me up with one hand. With the wall as support at his back, he guided his cock to my entrance with the other.

“Tha mi cho mòr ann an gaol leat. Creid sin gu.”

Requesting him to translate was lost on me as I slid down his length by the force of gravity and my own slickness, stretched by the thickness of his cock.

His head hit the wall with a thud that didn’t seem to matter. “Fuucckk… your pussy was made for me.”

With each hand under my ass, he controlled the pace, lifting me up and down on him in a rhythm that was entirely too slow for my needing.

“Faster,” I called out.

“Not yet. I want to savor you. I’m not ready to come.”

He moved forward until I was the one pressed to the wall. He dipped his head to suckle at my breast while he continued the slow, torturous pleasure.

“You’re killing me,” I called out.

He left my breast in favor of my mouth. One of his hands crept toward my ass. “I want this,” he said, circling a finger around my other hole. “You’re going to let me have it, right?”

There was almost nothing I could have said no to at the moment.

He pushed his finger inside. At first it felt kind of weird, but as he began to pump in me in earnest I almost begged him to stick another finger in there. I was so into the delicious pressure he was creating, I didn’t pay much attention to how he rotated his finger inside me as he fucked me.

Then he pulled his cock from my pussy after giving me a rapid fire succession of thrusts I’d requested. I nearly cried at the loss. When he pressed against my other hole, I froze.

“Relax,” he said. “We can always stop.”

“Okay.” I trusted him with everything.

“Just bear down as I go in.”

I did what he asked. There was a burn that made me flinch.

“Breathe, lass.”

I did, wanting whatever he wanted. Then my own desire developed. One that I didn’t expect.

“God, you are so fucking tight.”

I cried out against the invasion the deeper he got. He stilled and moved a hand to flick against my clit. That was all it took to ignite all the pleasure nerves in my body. He pulled out slowly and went slightly deeper again and again until I took all of him. He cursed more as I focused on the new feelings and how I felt close even though he wasn’t inside my core.