As if sensing me getting closer, King raises his gaze from the papers in front of him and slowly swivels his heated stare to mine. He reaches up and pulls the headphones down so that they’re resting around his neck and I find myself sweeping my stare over his chiseled, sun-kissed chest.
He’s perfect, every muscle, every hair. He’s every woman’s version of a wet dream and I’m about to have him.
The desire flares in my eyes and he reads me like a book, knowing exactly what I’ve come for, and in an instant, the same desire flashes in his eyes, but unlike me, he has his head screwed on properly.
He shakes his head and I see the regret in his eyes. “No, babe. Not after what happened. Maybe give it a few days and then I’ll give you what you need.”
I finally reach him and hook my thumbs into the side of my sweatpants before pushing them down over my hips. They’re so big for me that they fall effortlessly to the ground and I don’t waste a second climbing up onto King’s lap and straddling him. My hand presses down over his mouth, feeling his growing erection beneath me. “Shut up and fuck me,” I tell him, sensing another argument on his tongue. “I know what I’m doing.”
King meets my eyes and holds my stare for a minute too long before a wild growl pulls from deep within his chest. He grabs the hem of my shirt, tears it over my head, then takes my waist, pulling me in.
I arch my back, pressing my chest into him and he wastes no time circling his lips over my nipple and sucking it into his mouth, his tongue teasing me as he flicks it over the sensitive bud.
I grind down against his cock, desperately needing him, and as he goes to reach down between us, I shake my head. “Uh-uh,” I groan. “I’m running this show.”
Sensing my need to be in control, he backs off and lets me take whatever I need from him, putting his hands back on my waist and roaming them over my heated skin. “Hard and fast,” I warn him, meeting his eye, though I don’t know why I bother with my warning—hard and fast is the only way King knows how to fuck. If I was after a slow and steady wins the race kind of fuck, I’d be knocking on someone else’s door.
I reach down between us and free King’s large, veiny cock from his sweatpants, and as I go to line him up with my entrance, King grabs my face, forcing my eyes back to his. “Are you sure?”
I nod, a pant slipping from my lips.
Just like that, he releases his grip on my chin and I sink down over him before fucking him with everything I’ve got, claiming back that fragile piece of me that was stolen away.
Grabbing hold of his shoulders, I drop down over him again and again, clenching my pussy and squeezing him as I ride up and down his dick, grinding, loving, panting.
He fills me so deeply, his wild growl only pushing me harder as his fingers dig into my skin, silently begging for more.
I don’t hold back, letting that animalistic part of me take over and claim his body as my own, free to do whatever the fuck I want with.
King scoots down on the couch until he’s lying beneath me. He grips my hips and I instantly take him deeper, moaning his name into the darkened room. “Fuck, King,” I groan, leaning into him and burying my face into his neck as his hand lowers to my ass, squeezing it tight before spanking it hard. “I’m going to come.”
“Not fucking yet,” he growls, his deep tone vibrating right through his chest and making me clench down harder around him.
My ass bounces as my slick pussy glides up and down his hard length, spreading wetness between my legs. King’s large hand reaches right around me until he’s feeling where his cock slides in and out of me, his fingers instantly becoming soaked in my wetness.
He trails his fingers up to my ass, teasing me there as I continue to fuck him. I press back into his touch, silently telling him that it’s okay, and he doesn’t skip a beat, pressing his fingers into my ass as I wildly ride his cock.
He pushes harder and my orgasm creeps up on me. “Fuck,” I grunt into the darkness, my pants becoming wild and out of control.
“That’s right, baby girl. Fuck me,” King growls, his deep voice speaking right to me and making me feel like his filthy little whore in all the best kinds of ways. “Take it.”
I ride him faster, desperately wanting to take everything he’s got, but knowing that with him on top, he’ll be able to hit me just right and push me over the edge, I pull back and meet his heated stare. “I need you to fuck me.”