Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he growls lowly.
Those words and the tone of his voice bring an all over body shiver and it’s not a bad one at all. It’s all good. I stretch over him so I can reach his lips and kiss him. The movement makes it so that his hard shaft presses deeper against my clit in a way that feels phenomenal.
“King,” I gasp.
“Kiss me, Gabby,” he demands. I don’t question it. I stretch even more and press my lips against his. His tongue pushes into my mouth. King rearranges our joined hands so mine are on top and our fingers interlocked. I groan in his mouth. This is new. This is different. In the times that we’ve been exploring, it has never gotten this heated. There’s been a sweetness to what he does to my body. It almost has felt tender and innocent—as weird as that sounds. Now, there’s a hunger and a need involved. It should scare me. Maybe it would if I gave myself time to think about it, but I can’t. I just want more of King.
Almost of its own volition, my body rocks against King. The wilder our kiss gets, the more I grind against his cock, moving so I’m using my body, thrusting back and forth against his shaft. I’m drenched and I can hear the sounds of our bodies sliding against one another. It’s hot, wet, and I want this with King more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. I pull away from the kiss, needing to drag oxygen into my lungs. Yet, even as I do so, I allow myself the simple pleasure of kissing down the column of his neck. I let my teeth scrape against his skin, my tongue caresses the same path, while my lips pay homage to all the deliciousness that is King. I pull my hand away from his and my fingers bite into his sides, holding on in a way that I never want to let go—even if I know somewhere deep inside that I will have to.
A moment later, I feel King’s fingers biting into my hips. There’s a little pain from the intensity of his hold, but mostly just pure pleasure. Now, he begins to move me, and I eagerly follow his direction. He thrusts up while pulling me down, grinding me against his cock. The head of his cock tortures my clit as the ferocity of our movements increase.
“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I pant.
“Give it to me,” he orders, his voice darker—hoarser. There’s an urgency behind his words too. I look at him and I see it. He’s close. Suddenly, I want his orgasm more than my own. The thought of me being able to bring him pleasure is everything I want.
Running on instinct, I lean down and run my tongue against his nipple. “Mm …” I whimper right before sucking it into my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his body jerking. One of his hands comes away from my hips to tangle into my hair. I keep sucking as my body works against his cock. “Jesus, fuck,” King groans.
The pleasure and hunger fighting in his coarse words, undo me. I use my fingers to work at the tender nub my lips just released as I stretch to whisper in his ear. “Will you come for me, King?”
“I … Fuck, Gabby,” he groans, his hand coming up to scrub his face. “I don’t want to scare you.”
“You won’t,” I tell him, and for once I’m positive of that. King would never hurt me.
His hands come up to brace each side of my face. “Let’s worry about me some other time. Get what you need and come for me,” he urges, but even as he says it, I can hear how close he is in his voice.
“Gabby, please, let me give this to you. You’re the only one that matters here,” he says.
His words cut through the haze of semi-sex. I know what he wants. I bite down on my lip as I study his beautifully tortured face. I know what I need to do. This next step is something I know I want. The only thing I’m unsure of is if I can force myself not to freak out and make this a good experience not only for King, but for myself, too. I cup the side of his face, memorizing this moment with this beautiful man. How I wish I could go back into the past and rewrite every bad decision I ever made. I know it’s not possible, but everything in me wishes for that chance. The need for it is so big it is practically painful. I push that down. First, this moment was about King’s effort to make me more comfortable with my body finding pleasure. Now this moment is all about King and wanting to give him a piece of me. It’s about wanting to share the feelings he gives me. It’s all about King for me. With my decision made, I raise up on my knees, while reaching down to wrap my hand around his cock. God, he’s even bigger than he was before. How is that possible?