Page 28 of King
Chapter 9
Ella
I couldn’t take my eyes off King as he stripped in front of me. He looked even better than I’d imagined, and I’d imagined him naked a lot in the two days I’d known him.
He gave me a cocky grin as he took off his jeans, then slid his tight-fitting boxer briefs down his legs and kicked them aside. His hard cock bobbed up and smacked his stomach as he moved, and he reached down and gave it a tug, followed by a lazy stroke. His size was impressive, long and thick, and my pussy clenched at the thought of having him fill me.
The look on his face turned from teasing to intense as I reached for the waistband of my shorts and slid them down over my legs. I let them drop onto the floor next to the bed, and raised up on my elbows as King placed his knee on the end of the mattress. Seconds later, he was crawling up the bed, and settling his body over mine.
His eyes roved over my face, then zeroed in on my lips.
“You are so damned beautiful, you take my breath away,” he whispered hoarsely. I barely had time to register the words before he gripped my chin in one hand and lowered his head, stealing the very breath from me as he devoured my mouth like a starving man. He nipped and licked and sucked until I was clinging to him as I writhed beneath him.
He ran his lips down my neck and the soft scrape of his beard tickled my skin. I instinctively tucked my head down over my neck to cut off his access to the sensitive area. He wasn’t deterred in the slightest though, and thrust one hand into my hair, using his hold to tug my head up again. He growled as he nibbled and sucked along my neck, then flicked his tongue over my collarbone. Goosebumps erupted all along the surface of my skin, heightening the sensation.
He shifted downward and captured one erect nipple in his mouth, creating a suction that literally made my toes curl. For several minutes, he drove me wild licking and sucking one nipple, then the other.
“You are so fucking responsive, sugar. I’ll bet I could make you come just from playing with your pretty tits, couldn’t I?”
“Next time,” I panted. “This time, I want to come on your cock.”
The hand still tangled in my hair tightened, fisting the strands almost to the point of pain as he angled my head to look me in the eye.
“Believe me, Ella, you’re going to come on my cock, but you’re going to come on my tongue first.”
I gasped at the erotic image his words conjured up, then gasped again at the speed with which he moved. Before I even understood what was happening, he slid down over my body, ripping my panties off in the process and flinging them across the room. I spread my legs to give him room to settle between my thighs, but he just gave a low chuckle.
“I’m going to need more room than that, sugar. I’m planning to be down here for a while.” With that, he wrapped hishuge hands around my thighs, pushed my legs further apart, and planted his face directly over my pussy.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he whispered, more to himself than to me, I thought. He was so close that I could feel his breath skating over my slick, tender skin. “So wet for me.”
I moaned as he slowly ran his tongue through my slit, groaning deep in his throat as his movements sped up. He slid one hand up to grip my hip, and brought the other to my core, using his fingers to open me up to his questing tongue.
I thrust my fingers through his hair as he lapped at my juices. He growled again when I tugged lightly on the strands, becoming positively feral as he devoured me, his tongue spearing into my pussy over and over, until I was crying out his name.
“Your cunt is so sweet, Ella. So fucking sweet, I can’t get enough of it. I want you to come for me. Give me your sugar, El. Give it to me.” He punctuated his words with a hard flick of his tongue on my clit, then he formed his lips around it and sucked.
My body detonated around him, and I was vaguely aware of him holding my hips down, keeping me in place while he licked up every drop of my release.
The second my body stopped shaking, he reared up and kneeled between my thighs, then reached for the condom. I got a glimpse of the wide, flared head, reddish-purple and leaking pre-cum, but within seconds, he had torn open the wrapper and sheathed himself.
I reached for him, and he braced himself over me. His rock-hard cock notched against my pussy, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. My hips were angled up just right for him to thrust into me with a strength that took my breath away.
He groaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck as his body moved over mine. His powerful thrusts made my headboard slam into the wall, and I had never been so thankful that my kids weren’t home.
“Fuck, Ella, you feel so goddamned good. You feel like you were made for me, sugar.”
“Oh, God, yes, King, just like that. Please don’t stop.”
“That’s it, sugar. Squeeze my cock. Oh, fuck yeah. Dammit, woman, you’re so fucking tight when you clench around me like that. You’re gonna milk every drop from me with that sweet cunt of yours.” He was almost snarling his words, alternating between praising me and cursing me.
The sensation building inside me was incredible, and when he circled his hips and ground against me, I cried out as ripples of pleasure ran through me.
“I’m close, sugar, but I don’t wanna come without you.” He reared up and sat back on his heels again, but I didn’t even have time to protest the move before he grasped my hips and pulled me up to meet his thrusts. The muscles of his biceps rippled and flexed under the strain as he powered into me.
I cupped my breasts, squeezing them together, then tugging and twisting on my nipples.
“Fuck, that’s it. Show me how you like to be touched,” he panted, and his movements became frantic.
