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)
“Gabby …” I position him between us, and I feel him tense. “No, Gabby. You need to—”
“I need you,” I counter, moving so the head of his cock is pressing against my entrance.
“Baby, we can’t. I don’t have a condom and—”
“I can’t get more knocked up than I already am, King.”
“It’s not that. Gabby—”
“I’m clean. I got tested for months after the rape, King. You don’t have to worry.”
“For fuck’s sake. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried this is a step you’re not ready for. We can take our time and plan, Sunshine. I can make it good for you when the time comes.”
The beauty of this man cannot be believed. Everything he’s given me, and King’s worried about me even now. For a moment, air freezes in my lungs. I love him and, in saying that yet again, I know the love I have for him surpasses anything I have ever felt before. Anything. That alone gives me the courage to hold him steady as I lower my body down, taking him inside.
I go slow. I don’t want to rush to where I miss something. That means I feel every inch of him slip inside of me. He stretches me, but his cock is coated in my juices. I’m still so wet it should embarrass me but doesn’t because this is too good. This—with King—is something I never expected to experience in my life. I didn’t even know this feeling existed. So, I take every moment and savor it. Freaking savor it.
“Fuck,” King hisses, as I finally get all of him inside of me. I stay settled against him, not moving, giving my body time to adjust. “Christ, Gabby, you’re so tight. You’re choking my cock,” he growls.
“You want me to … Umm … Should I …”
Shit. I feel like I’m messing this up. If he doesn’t like this, then I need to get off him, run to the bathroom, and then die of embarrassment. Those are words I’m finding impossible to speak aloud, however.
“Hey, Sunshine. Look in my eyes,” he demands. His voice is strained, but the tenderness is evident, too. “You feel so good that I’m about to blow my fucking load before I can see to you. You are perfection.” I’m not sure I believe him, but there is sincerity written all over his face. I lick my lips, trying to shore up my courage. “Are you doing okay with this? Do you need us to stop?” he asks, once again putting me first.
“N-No. I don’t want to stop. I want you, King.”
I watch as his beautiful mouth slides into a smile. It somehow makes his velvet dark eyes sparkle. “That feeling is more than mutual, baby. Now, this is your show. You’re in control. Show me what you want,” he urges.
I look at him, my teeth sinking into my lip as I war with my own nerves. Then, before I can allow the doubt that I’m feeling to overwhelm me, I start moving on him. I look down at King, biting into my lip, my fingers curling into his chest. I’m worried because I’m not exactly sure what I’m doing. I’ve had sex before—willingly, I mean. I should know what I’m doing. Right now, it feels like my first time and I’m worried King will find me disappointing. He’s staring up at me so intently, but his face gives nothing away. I increase the speed of my rocking, and immediately enjoy how much better that feels.
“This feels good,” I whisper inanely.
“You’re fucking magnificent,” King replies—saying it in a way that makes me believe that’s exactly how he feels.
That alone gives me courage to lift until I can feel him leaving me and then I push back down. I see King’s eyes close for a minute as pleasure washes through him—letting me know he’s enjoying that almost as much as I did. Once he’s seated all the way, I rock my hips, leaning down to kiss him. I cry out with that because that angles his cock inside me in a way that feels really fucking good. King’s hands slide under his tee and immediately bite into the cheeks of my ass. I was worried I’d feel fear, but that’s not what floods me down to my soul. No, that feeling would be desire and it’s so strong it steals my breath.
“King,” I gasp. I can feel it building in me. It’s stronger than anything I’ve known. When it rips through me, I’m not sure I’ll survive. “I’m going to come,” I add with a cry.
“Reach down, sweetheart. Touch yourself and bring us both over the edge,” he demands.
I immediately do what he says, riding him so hard at this point that my breasts are slapping against my body with each downward thrust. I squeeze his cock inside of me, loving the feel of him there, never wanting him to leave. The pads of my fingers seek out my clit, manipulating it as I push toward the edge of control.