He slowly draws out of me and I hold on tight, groaning with the need that pulses through me. I don’t know how he does it. Every time with him is so good, so full of power and domination. He commands my body, his touch setting me on fire and demanding the same in return.
King pushes back in and I gasp against his mouth, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He’s so forceful, yet so slow. It’s like having the best of both worlds. He’s usually the one I can count on for a hard, quick fuck that makes me scream. When I need something a little more sensual, someone to slow it down and make my body burn, I’d crawl into Cruz’s bed, but King is bringing out all the stops tonight and proving that he’s so much more than the broody, demanding asshole who snuck through my bedroom window over a month ago.
I can’t believe how far we’ve come since that night, but something tells me that we have so much further to go.
King continues moving, driving up inside me and hitting every fucking spot that sends me wild with pleasure. My eyes clench and his hand slides into mine, interlocking our fingers. It’s so much more personal than what we’ve ever experienced before. The connection burns between us and I feel that for the first time since meeting Hunter King, I could never live without him.
As if reading my mind, his lips come down on mine and he kisses me deeply. Every thought, every worry, every fear fades away until all that exists is him. It’s like a light between us, constantly growing, constantly burning brighter until it completely consumes us.
My body begs for a release, but he holds back, slowly building it until the intensity is nearly too much for me to bear. My pussy clenches around his thick cock, squeezing tight as my legs lock around him, forcing him deeper.
In. Out. In. Out.
It’s the most delicious form of torture and I’ll never get enough of him.
His cock scrapes along my walls, nearly too thick to fit inside of me. I squeeze my hand down between us, bypassing my aching clit and feeling where he thrusts into me. My fingers circle around him, squeezing tighter, my wetness instantly soaking my skin.
He draws back and forth as he swallows my loud moans, and only when my body is completely on edge does he push me harder. King picks up his pace and hits that magical little spot over and over again until I cry out, my orgasm exploding through me as my pussy convulses around him.
His hand tightens in mine, almost to the point of pain, and then finally, I feel as he comes hard, groaning my name as hot spurts of cum shoot deep inside me. I smile against his lips. There’s nothing quite like knowing my body can make him feel so damn good.
King pants, his muscles bulging from holding himself above me, and just when I think he’s about to pull out of me and collapse to the bed beside me, he grabs my waist and rolls us until I’m sitting over him, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy.
He gazes up at my naked body, his eyes roaming over my skin. “I could look at this all day,” he tells me, bringing his hand up and gently brushing his knuckles over the curve of my breast and making my nipples harden and crave his touch.
“I could be with you all day,” I murmur, letting my fingertip roam over the tight ridges of his abs and loving the way his eyes soften at my touch.
A smile pulls at his lips and he tugs on my waist, bringing me down to him. “What would help you sleep? A hot shower? Warm milk?” he questions, raising a brow. “I could fuck you into exhaustion if you think it would help.”
“Wow, your selflessness just blows me away.”
“What can I say?” he smirks before sending me a wink that has my heart racing. “I’m just an honest guy trying to make the world a happier place, one woman at a time.”
“One at a time? Hey,” I say, sucking in a sharp breath. “I have to admit, I’m disappointed. You need to step up your game. I’ve raised the bar to two at a time. Three if you count what nearly happened with Grayson.”
His lips press into a tight line. “What exactly is going on with Grayson? Are you guys hooking up?”
I shake my head. “Not that I’m aware of. That four way in the living room would have been the first, and since then, I get the distinct feeling that he’s trying to avoid me.”
“Except when anything’s going down,” he comments. “He’s certainly been taking over the role of your white knight.”