The Rebel King (All the King's Men Duet #2) - Kennedy Ryan Page 0,45

swollen around his cock.

“You want to distract me, huh?” He growls, cupping my head with both hands. “You don’t want to talk?”

I shake my head and hum “mmmm-mmmm.” He jerks from the vibration and starts fucking my mouth like a madman, his movements jerky and out of control, his fingers in my hair desperate and tugging. He pushes in farther and I cannot breathe. I cherish the sensation of being completely full of him, literally wanting him more than my next breath. I draw in air through my nostrils and tighten my jaws around the rod of steel pistoning in my mouth and down my throat. I slide my hands into the waistband of his pants, which hang loosely around his hips, and urge the pants and briefs down his legs. I run my hands over his powerful thighs and cup his ass, squeezing a rhythm in time with his aggressive thrusts into my mouth.

“Nix.” His head drops back, the cords of his strong throat strained, his broad shoulders heaving with panting breath. “Suck my balls.”

I immediately release his cock and angle my head to take one large ball into my mouth. I take his cock in hand, continuing to pump his length even as I give each ball my wet, eager attention. His growls and moans spur me on, and I tighten my fingers around his swollen dick. I release the ball long enough to shove my finger into my mouth, wetting it liberally. He glances down at me, watching the in and out motion of my finger. Never letting his gaze go, with my free hand, I reach around and insinuate my soaked finger between the tightly held muscles of his ass.

“Hell, yes.” He loosens his clenched muscles and widens his stance, opening for me. “Do it.”

I ease into the tight hidden hole and his cries become hoarser, louder. He grabs my chin and pushes his dick back into my mouth. I’m soaked between my legs, and I widen my knees. The cool air kisses the tight, wet bud nestled between my pussy lips. In time with my finger fucking his ass, I begin stroking myself. He reaches down and pinches my nipple.

It’s overwhelming, the choreography of our lust, of our love, fingers and lips and tongues and cock in concert, working toward mutual bliss. My mouth drops open on a scream, and his cock comes out. His cum streams over my neck and shoulders and breasts. For seconds, I’m tremoring, barely lucid, dazed with pleasure.

He picks me up and lays me gently on the bed, leaving my legs to hang over the edge. Standing over me, he slowly, deliberately, rubs his cum into my skin, his eyes narrowed and connected with mine. He massages it all around my nipples and over my belly and then slips his hand between my legs.

“My pussy,” he mutters and goes down to his knees, spreading my legs. He licks at the wetness smattered inside my thighs, groaning and reaching under me to cup my ass, dragging me deeper into his mouth. With each loving stroke of his tongue, a knot loosens inside me until it completely unravels, and I’m sobbing, my hands clawing his scalp, tugging his silky hair.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers between sucks and licks. “Break for me. Show me.”

And I do, drawing my knees up until my heels hit the backs of my thighs, spreading myself wide for him. Exposing everything. I can’t hide from this man. He proves that every time I try. He licks the fresh wetness leaking from my body, an offering for him, and sucks my clit into his mouth hard. “No one else ever puts their mouth on you again. Do you hear me, Lennix?”

Wave after wave of pleasure washes through me, and the muscles in my lower back and legs tighten, quaking with another orgasm.

“Lennix, did you hear me? No one—”

“No one,” I mumble, my head turned into the pillow.

“My pussy.”

“Your pussy.” I lift up just enough to catch his eyes. “And that cock is mine.”

His lips are wet and shiny, full and swollen. His eyes are happy, bright with love. “Oh, I think you established that.”

19

Maxim

This should be fun.

I’m being facetious. Persuading Lennix to leave D.C. with me won’t be fun at all. We’ll fight, but in the end, I will get her out of this town and out of the campaign grind for a breather. She may have distracted me with the most mind-numbing blow job of my whole life