“You didn’t do anything,” I murmured, because I couldn’t stand him thinking it was him who had done something wrong.
I was the one who had turned to a class-A slut.
“Cressida,” he growled. “You don’t answer me, you won’t like what you get.”
My gaze snapped up to him, his threat sparking something inside me. “I didn’t want anything from you. You’re the one who made me do this so don’t be angry with me for acting like, like that.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Don’t blame me for acting like a whore!”
His face solidified then collapsed as if I’d taken a hammer to it. Swiftly, before I could even squeak, he was lifting me off the floor and into his arms. Automatically, I wrapped my limbs around him to hold on as he moved us across to the kitchen. He deposited me on the scarred counter but kept one arm wrapped around my lower back while the other found and gripped my chin.
“Cress, babe,” he started saying before I could open my mouth. “You gotta know I don’t think that of you. Trust me, you are the furthest thing from a fuckin’ whore that I have ever seen. You think I’d want you the way I do if I didn’t think you were a Queen?”
I drank his words down greedily but ducked my head to press my forehead into his neck so he wouldn’t see my blush. “I get a little… carried away sometimes.”
“Yeah?” he asked, dreamy surprise in the one syllable. “Babe, you think I’m gonna complain about that, you got another thing comin’. Never, not ever, seen something so hot as me in your mouth like that. If you’d stop bein’ ridiculously insecure about it, I’d have you on your knees again in a minute.”
A shocked giggle burst from my lips. “Really?”
“Yeah, babe,” he confirmed, using the hand around my back to take a handful of my ass and give it a squeeze. “Really. Only reason I was tellin’ you to stop was so I could be the one to make you come.” He smiled boyishly. “I’m greedy like that.”
“My, ugh, my ex-husband wasn’t a fan of it,” I explained even though it mortified me to do so.
“Already thought the guy was a fucker, didn’t need more of a reason to hate ‘em but I’ll take whatever you wanna tell me, if it makes you feel better.”
That was sweet, sweeter somehow even than his telling me I wasn’t a whore.
“You didn’t hurt me,” I decided to divulge. “I like having my hair pulled.”
A low growl rumbled through his chest, vibrating against my lips where they were pressed to his golden throat.
“Babe, you’re killin’ me.”
“I like it when you talk dirty to me and are a little rough with me,” I continued.
“Shut up,” he ordered, as he whipped my concert tee over my head.
“And when you put your hand on the back of my neck to hold me how you want me while you take my mouth.”
“Babe,” he warned in low voice that sent a thrill of fear and desire shooting straight between my legs.
I squirmed as he made quick work of my jean shorts and plain white panties, tugging them off while he lifted me with one hand.
“I think I’d like it even more if you put your mouth on me,” I ventured as I leaned in to run my tongue up his neck.
He tasted so good, all clean salty male. I groaned.
“You want my mouth on your pretty cunt?” King said as he tipped his head down to stare between our bodies at the apex of my thighs.
I followed his lead and watched as he slid his index finger from the tiny patch of hair over my clit through my wet slit all the way to my opening. He dipped his finger inside me then drew over my clit lightly with one knuckle. I shuddered violently against him then again when his smoky chuckle wafted over my ear.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
“I expect you to say my name when I make you come, babe. I want you to own that it’s me between these pretty thighs,” he said as he dropped to the floor.
My breath came fast and hard through my parted lips as I watched him spread me open with his fingers, swipe his knuckle over me again and again.
“So fuckin’ pretty,” he murmured before he replaced his knuckle with his mouth.
I gasped, my hands flying to his hair to steady myself as he tugged me further to the edge of the counter. I was perched precariously but I didn’t care, not when his mouth was fused to my wet folds, mapping them with the expertise of a cartographer. He moaned into my flesh then took my throbbing clit into his mouth and sucked hard.
“King,” I said as I tipped my head back, my long hair brushing the countertops.