to be him?”
“You’re asking the wrong guy,” he murmurs as I feel him hardening against my pussy.
I slip my hand down between us and curl my fingers around his large cock. He’s already satisfied me more than enough tonight, but who am I to say no to a perfectly good opportunity like this? Our clothes are already long gone, my shirt dangling from the corner of the dresser as his pants lay strewn across the bedroom floor.
I start pumping my hand up and down his heavy cock, loving the feel of the thick veins beneath my fingers, and just as it always does whenever I touch him, my pussy floods with need. King adjusts himself above me and just how I like it, he pulls himself free from my hand and slides his thick cock deep inside my aching pussy.
He fills me, stretching my walls and making me groan as he pushes all the way in, hitting me right at my deepest point. King pauses there, allowing both of us a heated second to get used to the feel of him deep inside me. My arms tighten around his neck, drawing him down to me just as his lips press against mine, his cock flinches and I moan into his mouth.
He slowly draws out of me and I hold on tight, groaning with the need that pulses through me. I don’t know how he does it. Every time with him is so good, so full of power and domination. He commands my body, his touch setting me on fire and demanding the same in return.
King pushes back in and I gasp against his mouth, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. He’s so forceful, yet so slow. It’s like having the best of both worlds. He’s usually the one I can count on for a hard, quick fuck that makes me scream. When I need something a little more sensual, someone to slow it down and make my body burn, I’d crawl into Cruz’s bed, but King is bringing out all the stops tonight and proving that he’s so much more than the broody, demanding asshole who snuck through my bedroom window over a month ago.
I can’t believe how far we’ve come since that night, but something tells me that we have so much further to go.
King continues moving, driving up inside me and hitting every fucking spot that sends me wild with pleasure. My eyes clench and his hand slides into mine, interlocking our fingers. It’s so much more personal than what we’ve ever experienced before. The connection burns between us and I feel that for the first time since meeting Hunter King, I could never live without him.
As if reading my mind, his lips come down on mine and he kisses me deeply. Every thought, every worry, every fear fades away until all that exists is him. It’s like a light between us, constantly growing, constantly burning brighter until it completely consumes us.
My body begs for a release, but he holds back, slowly building it until the intensity is nearly too much for me to bear. My pussy clenches around his thick cock, squeezing tight as my legs lock around him, forcing him deeper.
In. Out. In. Out.
It’s the most delicious form of torture and I’ll never get enough of him.
His cock scrapes along my walls, nearly too thick to fit inside of me. I squeeze my hand down between us, bypassing my aching clit and feeling where he thrusts into me. My fingers circle around him, squeezing tighter, my wetness instantly soaking my skin.
He draws back and forth as he swallows my loud moans, and only when my body is completely on edge does he push me harder. King picks up his pace and hits that magical little spot over and over again until I cry out, my orgasm exploding through me as my pussy convulses around him.
His hand tightens in mine, almost to the point of pain, and then finally, I feel as he comes hard, groaning my name as hot spurts of cum shoot deep inside me. I smile against his lips. There’s nothing quite like knowing my body can make him feel so damn good.
King pants, his muscles bulging from holding himself above me, and just when I think he’s about to pull out of me and collapse to the bed beside me, he grabs my waist and rolls us until I’m sitting over him, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy.
He