The Skull King_ Skull #1 - Penelope Sky Page 0,25

heat, desperate for him to give me his seed. My fingers tackled his hair, and I rocked against him, being swept away in the strongest passion I’d ever known. Even when I was in love, the sex wasn’t like this. It was good enough, but not good like this. “Balto…” My hands swept across his shoulders, feeling all the individual lines that separated his muscles. My nails trailed over the sweat that started to glisten across his hard body. I pulled my head back and pressed my face close to his, noting his cheekbones were so sharp they could cut glass. “I want to watch you come.”

“I want to keep fucking you.”

“You can—but come first.” I pressed my face against his, and I moved with him, rocking his thick dick harder and harder.

He looked me in the eye as he hit his threshold, a moan coming from his closed mouth. He wasn’t vocal in his climaxes, screaming at the top of his lungs the way I did. He took the silent road, but all of his enjoyment was in his eyes. They closed initially once the euphoria hit him hard. They opened again as he clenched his jaw, his cock twitching inside of me as he filled the tip of the condom. Then his hips gave a noticeable jerk, a thrust as he finished. He held his breath during the entire combustion, and once it passed, he took a deep breath. “Jesus Christ, this pussy.” He rolled me onto my back and slipped off the condom. But his dick was still hard, solid like he hadn’t come at all. He opened his nightstand and grabbed another condom before he rolled it onto his length.

I saw the come in the tip of the condom, so I didn’t know how that was possible. “How did you do that?” I’d never seen a man come and then be ready to go again right away.

He moved on top of me and separated my thighs with his knees. “Look at yourself, baby. That’s how.”

8

Cassini

After a plethora of climaxes, I lay beside him on the sweaty sheets. I didn’t snatch my clothes and bolt for the door right away because it wasn’t too late in the evening. Maria wouldn’t wonder where I was, and Lucian’s security detail wouldn’t find my disappearance odd. So I had some time.

Besides, I was so tired and satisfied that I didn’t want to move.

His king-size bed was so comfortable. His pillows were like clouds, and the low lighting created a cozy ambiance. Hundreds of women had lain in this same bed before me, but instead of feeling jealous, I felt lucky.

I got to be one of them.

I turned over to look at him, to see the sexy man sprawled out next to me. Six three and muscular, he was sexy from head to toe. His thighs were just as sculpted as his arms, and his calves were so tight, I wondered if he constantly had a muscle cramp. At this angle, the V in his hips was even more noticeable, deep cuts in his well-built frame. My hand planted against his stomach, and I trailed my touch over the endless grooves of his abs.

He turned his head and looked at me, his sleepy expression and messy hair making him a sex god. His hand covered mine, and he gave it a gentle squeeze.

I moved closer into his side and rested my face against his shoulder. His cologne and sweat mixed together to form the scent of pure masculinity. My hand rested against his chest, and I closed my eyes because I wanted to stay there forever. This man was a stranger, someone I randomly met in a bar late at night on a Wednesday, but now I cuddled into his side like I knew him like a lover. The truth was, I didn’t even know his last name. I had no idea why he had guards all over his property at all times. But I never asked because it didn’t seem to matter. He was just a man who got me off. He would never be anything else, not even my friend.

But it was nice to pretend. Just as I could pretend my husband was someone else, I could pretend I met this man on the town. We had chemistry, so now I was in his bed, his part-time fuck buddy. I would return to my small apartment afterward and live my life, having the freedom to see him again if