little wriggle I find the right angle to take his thick length to the back of my throat again without wanting to retch. He moves his hips in time with his fingers, and right when I think I can’t take any more, he pushes the pad of his thumb against my ass. Oh my God. King continues to press in time with his thrusts, nudging a little deeper on each stroke. My stomach clenches, my head too light. Nobody’s ever touched me there before, and the new sensation pushes me to overload. A strangled moan escapes my throat as my muscles clench and I come hard, my lips hesitating halfway down his cock. He thrusts his hips to keep the momentum as I pulse around his hand, choking out garbled words around his rigid length.
King withdraws and steps back, licking his fingers as I pant and collapse to my shoulders on the mattress, my cheek pressed into the comforter. He’s not finished. Strong hands lift me upright to my knees. He hooks me behind the thighs and flips me on to my back as I groan, the only thing I have energy left for. He tugs me toward the side of the bed, bending his knees slightly to press the head of his cock against my entrance and, with one fluid thrust, sink himself deep.
I automatically place my legs on either side of his hips, reaching down to feel where he connects with me. It’s erotic and distinctly intimate at the same time being able to feel his hard length slip in and out of my slick flesh. I glance up at him and find King watching, hands on my ankles to hold my legs apart. He lifts them up and places both of my feet over his right shoulder so my legs are together. I shift my hand out of the way and twist my torso to watch his body flex as he straightens his legs to lift my butt off the mattress. Every movement is magic, his body a sculpted canvas covered with such beautifully detailed designs.
I let my eyes drift closed, my lips parting with a pleasured moan as each hard thrust of his cock hits me right in my G-spot. My shoulders skid over the bed, King tugging me back to him every few strokes to keep me close as he continues to drive deep. My whole body shivers in pleasure, white spots marring my vision as I cry out over the throaty growl he makes on each thrust of his hips.
“Yes,” I groan. “Fuck me harder.” I taunt him, wanting him to ruin me. God, I think he already has.
“Fuck that’s tight, baby. You’re gettin’ so fuckin’ tight.” His jaw is set hard, his brow furrowed with determination as he shunts me farther up the bed with each stroke.
We fall apart as one, my cries drowned out by his roar as he stills and pulses inside of me, letting my legs fall at his sides. My cry of pleasure becomes laughter, and before long King’s collapsed on top of me and chuckles as well.
“Are you going to be able to control that bike to take me home?” I tease. His legs shake between mine.
He laughs and pushes up on one hand to pierce me with those amazing bottle green eyes. My stomach flutters when King then smirks, running his thumb over my lips. “You’re the perfect woman, you know that?”
I shake my head and smile. “Oh, I don’t think so.”
His hand grips my jaw and he places my face squarely to his. “You are, Elena. You’re perfect to me.” He dots a kiss to the tip of my nose. “You’re all I want.”
His words should fill me with joy. I should be over the damn moon that he’s said I’m the one for him. But all that fills my heart is the echoing ache of a yawning chasm. There’s a hole where my happiness should be, a void created by the future I’ve cheated myself of.
He’s all I ever want, too. But my naïve choices have ruined that from being our reality.
“You say you want me, but you can’t have me.” I mean it as a sad observation of our predicament, but as soon as the words fall from my lips I realize how bitchy it sounded. I go to take it back, explain what I meant, but the damage is done.
King backs off me, his eyes hard, and tosses my clothes on the
King withdraws and steps back, licking his fingers as I pant and collapse to my shoulders on the mattress, my cheek pressed into the comforter. He’s not finished. Strong hands lift me upright to my knees. He hooks me behind the thighs and flips me on to my back as I groan, the only thing I have energy left for. He tugs me toward the side of the bed, bending his knees slightly to press the head of his cock against my entrance and, with one fluid thrust, sink himself deep.
I automatically place my legs on either side of his hips, reaching down to feel where he connects with me. It’s erotic and distinctly intimate at the same time being able to feel his hard length slip in and out of my slick flesh. I glance up at him and find King watching, hands on my ankles to hold my legs apart. He lifts them up and places both of my feet over his right shoulder so my legs are together. I shift my hand out of the way and twist my torso to watch his body flex as he straightens his legs to lift my butt off the mattress. Every movement is magic, his body a sculpted canvas covered with such beautifully detailed designs.
I let my eyes drift closed, my lips parting with a pleasured moan as each hard thrust of his cock hits me right in my G-spot. My shoulders skid over the bed, King tugging me back to him every few strokes to keep me close as he continues to drive deep. My whole body shivers in pleasure, white spots marring my vision as I cry out over the throaty growl he makes on each thrust of his hips.
“Yes,” I groan. “Fuck me harder.” I taunt him, wanting him to ruin me. God, I think he already has.
“Fuck that’s tight, baby. You’re gettin’ so fuckin’ tight.” His jaw is set hard, his brow furrowed with determination as he shunts me farther up the bed with each stroke.
We fall apart as one, my cries drowned out by his roar as he stills and pulses inside of me, letting my legs fall at his sides. My cry of pleasure becomes laughter, and before long King’s collapsed on top of me and chuckles as well.
“Are you going to be able to control that bike to take me home?” I tease. His legs shake between mine.
He laughs and pushes up on one hand to pierce me with those amazing bottle green eyes. My stomach flutters when King then smirks, running his thumb over my lips. “You’re the perfect woman, you know that?”
I shake my head and smile. “Oh, I don’t think so.”
His hand grips my jaw and he places my face squarely to his. “You are, Elena. You’re perfect to me.” He dots a kiss to the tip of my nose. “You’re all I want.”
His words should fill me with joy. I should be over the damn moon that he’s said I’m the one for him. But all that fills my heart is the echoing ache of a yawning chasm. There’s a hole where my happiness should be, a void created by the future I’ve cheated myself of.
He’s all I ever want, too. But my naïve choices have ruined that from being our reality.
“You say you want me, but you can’t have me.” I mean it as a sad observation of our predicament, but as soon as the words fall from my lips I realize how bitchy it sounded. I go to take it back, explain what I meant, but the damage is done.
King backs off me, his eyes hard, and tosses my clothes on the
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