King's Reign (Sydney Storm MC #6)(41)

Dropping me on the bed, he yanked his clothes off before gripping my ankle and pulling me to the end of the mattress and off the bed. A shiver ran over my skin as I watched the muscles in his arms flex. I didn’t care that I was still wet from the bath; I didn’t want anything slowing this down.

Positioning me in front of him with my back to him, he placed one arm around me, his hand splayed across my stomach, fingers so hard against my skin it felt like he might gouge holes in me. His other hand slid around my hips and he took hold of my pussy, his whole hand covering me, his fingers curling under. He held me so tightly against him I felt like we were fused skin-to-skin.

He then did something unexpected. He swept my hair to the side, bent his head, and pressed his mouth to my shoulder, kissing me. The pressure was the complete opposite to that applied to the lower half of my body. He moved along my shoulder slowly, trailing kisses as he went. His beard tickled me, and his tongue licked me, and holy hell if the slow, steady way he moved didn’t turn my legs to jelly.

He covered both my shoulders with kisses and then began making his way down my back. Letting go of me, he glided his hands around to take hold of my hips, grasping me there until his mouth found the dip of my body right above my ass.

His kisses turned rougher, and his teeth joined in. The slow moves disappeared as he found the rough rhythm he favoured. Straightening, he ran his hand up my back to my neck. Taking hold of me there, he forced me to bend forward, placing my hands on the bed. At the same time he nudged my feet wide apart.

“Do you want my mouth on your cunt?” The gravel in his hard tone hit my core. God, how I wanted his mouth there.

“Yes.”

He squeezed my neck, his body to mine, his mouth against my ear. “Say the words, Lily—I want your mouth on my cunt.”

With that order, King stripped another layer between us away.

I had never uttered words so dirty to a man before.

“I want your mouth on my cunt.”

He grunted. It was such a deeply masculine response, and it drew an equally feminine one from me.

I moaned. It was long and loud, and a sound unlike any that had ever escaped my lips.

Everything he said and did felt so good.

“Fuck,” he rasped. “Say it again.”

I spread my fingers out and clutched the sheet as I arched my back and pushed my ass higher in the air. When I gave him the words he wanted, they practically purred out of me. “I want your mouth on my cunt.”

His restraint snapped.

He crouched behind me, taking hold of my ass, and buried his face in my pussy. It seemed to be one of his favourite places to be, and I wasn’t complaining, because King knew what the hell he was doing. He knew his way around that part of a woman. Hell, he knew his way around a woman, full stop. But he had skills when it came to using his tongue. And his beard only heightened the pleasure. I couldn’t get enough of it.

I lost track of time while he brought me to orgasm. It was one of his specialties. Being with King, I shut off all my thoughts and feelings, and simply clung to him for the ride.

As my release shattered through me, I lost the ability to hold myself up, and my arms gave way. King moved swiftly, standing and catching me. He then flipped me over and pushed me onto the bed. Without giving me a moment to get my bearings, he spun me so I was almost parallel to the end of the bed with my ass at the corner. He positioned himself with his feet planted wide either side of the corner, a hand around my throat, the other hand on the top of my head gripping it, my legs up in the air hooked over his while he bent over my body and slammed his dick inside me.

He fucked me with brute force, his hands firmly holding me, not letting go. There was no slow and steady to his pace at all; he thrust in and out with increasing speed and force. His face was near mine, his mouth and beard grazing my skin, his grunts filling the air around me. Everything about it overwhelmed me. All my senses were in overdrive. I tried to take hold of him, but his arms had mine pinned down with such strength I could hardly move. In the end, I held my hands against his biceps and tumbled down into the dark abyss of pleasure he created.

As he inched closer to orgasm, his grip around my throat tightened, cutting off most of my airflow. It intensified every sensation coursing through me, and I madly tried to grasp his arms. My nails scratched him as I did so, and he lifted his head to look at me. Our eyes locked until his were drawn to my mouth when I gasped for air. That pushed him over the edge, and he thrust into me one last time and came with a roar. His grip loosened on my neck and he let go of me as he moved his arms to rest on the bed beside me. I wrapped my arms around his body and searched for that one last bit of friction that would make me come. As the orgasm hit, I squeezed my arms around him hard and arched my body up off the bed.

“Fuck,” he growled, his body almost squashing me, his face buried in my neck.

I didn’t care that his body was crushed to mine. I liked it there. I felt close to him there. Keeping my arms around him, I tried to catch my breath. When he started to pull away from me, I pushed my hands down onto his back, keeping him in place. “Gimme a minute,” I said. I wasn’t ready for the loss of contact yet.

He settled there and lifted his face to look at me. “You good?” I didn’t miss the trace of concern in his eyes or his voice.

I smiled and nodded. “Yeah. I just like you there.”

He watched me silently for a few moments before bending to kiss my collarbone. After another few moments, he murmured, “I fucking like me here, too.”