My Cone and Only (King Family #1) - Susannah Nix Page 0,57
as much as lust.
It fucking crushed me.
If I could have, I would have frozen time and stayed right there in that moment forever, surrounded by her while her eyes seared into me, telling me how much she wanted me.
I’m yours, that look said. And you’re mine.
I’d always had an easy time keeping sex purely physical. The armor I’d constructed to avoid catching feelings had been shored up by years of practice. But Andie had burned it all away, exposing something raw and incomplete inside me.
I reached up and tangled my hands in her hair, knowing I needed to hold on to her somehow. Whatever it took, I needed more of this feeling in my life. When I dragged her mouth down to mine, the change in angle sent a surge of pleasure rippling through my limbs, and I moaned into her mouth.
She started to rock, and my moan turned into a whimper. Her hands pressed against my chest as she pushed herself upright, rolling her hips. The blissful look on her face as she moved on top of me was everything I’d dreamed of and more.
Leaning back, her gaze locked on mine, she braced herself on my thighs and lifted herself up. The sweet slide of her pussy as she sank back down made me gasp like a man drowning. Her beautiful tits bounced as she impaled herself on me, taking me deep and fucking me so hard I nearly lost it.
My thumb found her clit, and her rhythm faltered as a moan shuddered out of her. I rubbed harder, and her eyes squeezed shut, her head falling back. She moved back and forth, seeking more friction, grinding herself against my thumb, greedily using me for her own pleasure. I drove up into her, and she let out a cry as her walls spasmed around me. Gritting my teeth, I bucked my hips in sharp thrusts.
“Yes,” she gasped, grinding down on my dick as I plunged into her. “Just like that, don’t stop, I need more, please, I need…”
I fucked her harder, my fingers digging into her hip, holding her in place as she took my dick, my thumb moving faster on her clit, stroking her inside and out. Her cries grew more frenzied and desperate, then she clenched around me, sobbing my name as her orgasm pulsed through her.
“You’re so perfect,” I murmured, stroking my hands down her back after she slumped forward on my chest. “So fucking perfect.”
She lifted her head to gaze at me, her eyes glassy and soft, and a burst of dizzying tenderness punched through my chest as I kissed her. Humming against my mouth, she shifted her hips, drawing a groan out of me before she moved her lips to my ear. “I want you on top of me. I want to feel you pressing down on me.”
Her words shuddered through every part of me. Banding my arm around her hips to keep her locked against me, I flipped us over on the bed.
A breath gusted out of her as I crushed her into the mattress, letting my full weight fall on her for a second before I braced a hand underneath me. Her shock dissolved into a laugh, and my tongue sought the spot below her ear that I used to stare at, longing to taste it. “That was three, by the way, in case you lost count.”
“We’re done with that. It’s your turn now.”
I shook my head, sucking on her tender skin until she squirmed. “I’m going to get you to four first.”
“Not if I get you there first,” she purred, dark and sweet as cane syrup.
A tidal wave of lust broke over me even as my competitive instincts kicked in. The two conflicting urges warred for dominance as I thrust deep inside her, wanting to break her again as badly as I wanted to let her shatter me into a thousand pieces.
Pushing myself up on my elbow, I grabbed one of her knees and lifted her leg as I slammed into her, driving deep enough to make her cry out. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and I grabbed her hand, pressing her fingers against her clit as I jackhammered into her.
She moaned my name, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip as she stroked herself, the pressure of her fingers caressing my dick with every thrust. I thrust harder, feeling my control start to fracture, knowing I didn’t have much time left in me to get her there. Her