Page 69 of King
“I want to fuck your ass one of these days, too, Ella,” he vowed, slipping a finger down to ease into my pussy. I clenched around him as I felt another gush of my juices coating his hand.
“Fuck, sugar, you like that idea, don’t you.”
I nodded, too far gone to speak.
“Jesus Christ, you’re fuckin’ perfect,” he repeated. He thrust his hips, his cock entering me just enough to tease me, before he pulled back and then thrust again. Hard. He bottomed out inside me, and I cried out his name.
He stilled, then asked if I was OK.
“You’re so…deep…like this,” I panted. “Feels so good.” I clenched my inner muscles, and his grip on my hips tightened before he groaned and started powering into me.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” I moaned, throwing his own words back at him. The rhythmic sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, punctuated by grunts of pleasure and frantic words of praise and encouragement.
“You feel so perfect wrapped around my dick, Ella. You’re fuckin’ made to take every inch of me.”
“Oh, God, please don’t stop,” I begged.
“Never, sugar. Never gonna stop. Gonna live inside this cunt if you’ll let me.”
From this angle, Dante was pegging something inside me in a way I’d never experienced before. I’d always assumed I was one of those women whose G-spot just wasn’t that sensitive. I was wrong. So fucking wrong. My inner walls fluttered and pulsated as my body milked his cock, determined to pull him over the edge with me.
An orgasm stronger than any I’d ever felt before hit me without warning, and my pussy clamped down on his cock as I screamed out his name.
“Fuck, that’s it. Give me your sugar, El.”
Dante thrust into me twice more before slamming into me and groaning long and loud. After a few moments of complete stillness, he pulled out and dropped to his knees behind me, his chest heaving with his exertion. He pulled me down with him, and we ended up in an exhausted tangle of limbs on my bedroom floor. It took several long moments before either of us could catch our breath. When he could finally speak, what came out of his mouth was as unexpected as it was hilarious.
“God damn, woman, I think I may be too old for that shit. I damned near had a fuckin’ heart attack when I busted my nut just then.”
I collapsed into helpless giggles at his disgruntled tone, and he let out a low growl as he grabbed me and smothered me with kisses all over my face.
“You think that’s funny, do you?” He nuzzled the side of my neck, finding the ticklish spot that drove me crazy. My giggles turned into high-pitched squeals as he sucked that spot, no doubt leaving a mark behind.
“You won’t think it’s funny if I die in the middle of fucking you and leave you hanging, sugar. Just remember that the next time you decide to drive me wild like that.”
I was still giggling as we struggled to wash away the sweat and the cum from our bodies in my too-small shower stall. It was plenty big enough for me but was clearly not built for two – especially when one of them was built like Dante.
“You need a bigger shower,” he observed as we were drying off a few minutes later. “I’ve had some fantasies about you in the shower, but I think one of us would end up with an injury if we tried them in there.”
“Is your shower stall any bigger?” I asked, wrapping my towel around me securely. Now that we weren’t in the throes of passion, I wasn’t feeling quite as bold about my nudity as I had earlier.
“Nope. I’ve thought about remodeling it over the years, but it seemed pointless, since I’m the only one who uses it.” He caught my questioning glance and explained, “I’ve never brought anyone home with me, sugar.”
I wondered if he would ever invite me home with him, then pushed that thought away. We were just starting to explore our relationship, so it was way too early to expect him to change a lifetime of habits for me.
We were snuggled up on the couch a little while later watching a true crime documentary – which we’d discovered we both loved – when Hunter and Mia walked in the door. I barely hid my groan of dismay when I saw not only Clayton, but Sabrina, following the kids inside. She’d never been inside this house before, and I wasn’t happy to have her here now.
Dante clearly felt my body tense, and his arm tightened around my shoulder momentarily before he rose to his feet. He ignored my ex and his sidepiece-turned-wife and focused on greeting Hunter with a handshake and Mia with a kiss on her cheek.
I debated standing, then decided I wasn’t obliged to show good manners to the two people who had entered my home uninvited and entirely unwelcome. I was at least polite enough to reach for the TV remote to pause the show we’d been watching.
An uncomfortable silence settled over the room, and then Sabrina the WonderSlut decided to make things even more awkward.
She turned her gaze on Dante, then sauntered over to him with what seemed to me to be a predatory smile. “I’m sorry, we haven’t met yet. I’m Sabrina Chadwick,” she announced in that breathy, totally fake voice she liked to use, then held out her hand, palm down, as though waiting for him to raise it for a kiss.
I had to bite my lip to keep from snickering as Dante left her hanging, literally. He ignored her hand completely, looking down at me and offering me his hand instead, then pulling me to my feet and wrapping his arm around my waist.
“I’m King Morgan, Ella’s man.”
