“I needed this so bad,” he hissed, flipping me on my belly, then biting down hard on my shoulder, licking it for forgiveness as I squealed, his hands flipping up my skirt.
I arched my back and his fingers tightened on my ass.
“So damn sexy.”
He yanked down my panties and positioned himself at my entrance.
“Yes, baby. Spread wide for me.”
Kings groaned as his thick cock slid inside me, my dripping walls stretching to accommodate his size.
“Fuck.”
He paused partway in, and I clutched the bedsheets in anticipation, pushing my ass back to take him deeper, but he slapped my butt irritably.
“Stop that, brat! Give me a second.”
“Damn,” I teased. “The notorious sex god can’t even go all the way in without having to blow his load.”
He growled, then couldn’t help but laugh.
“What do you expect when you kept this pussy from me?”
“It was literally 72 hours,” I said, gasping as he pressed in further. “It took you literally 72 hours to go batshit crazy.”
“It took a lot less than that,” he grunted. “As soon as I saw that you were serious.”
He bottomed out, gasping, then slowly dragged his cock back out again, the hard metal of his piercing pulled by my throbbing walls in a move that made me clutch the sheets even tighter, spread out on all fours in front of him.
I heard him let out a careful, almost reverent breath, and the feel of him above me, his arms caging me in, was so intoxicating that I felt the sting in my nipples, my pussy swollen and eager.
He thrust inside me again, his heavy balls smacking my thighs, and that slick metal pressed right against my G-spot.
I could not help a moan, closing my eyes and relishing the feel of my pleasure soaring higher and higher in tighter and tighter spirals as he dragged his heavy cock through each throbbing inch again.
“Not fucking backtalking me now, are you?” he gritted out wickedly in my ear, and I thrust backward with my ass, forcing him to bottom out, but I was already curling my fingers and toes in, shrieking under the heavy pressure and then it burst, sending waves of glorious pleasure through me as I squirted a sticky release all over his bed.
But Kingsley was coming too, and his fingers snaked around as I felt his cum like a deluge inside me, dripping out and soaking my thighs, collecting in huge puddles behind my knees.
“One more,” he hissed in my ear. “Come on.”
Oh, when he wanted to he could be good with those lazy fingers.
Afterwards, we showered and Kingsley rolled me onto the other bed.
“I can’t bear that Matt got to suck on your toes.”
“That’s too bad,” I said lazily as I tied the complimentary hotel robe around my waist. “You should have been nicer.”
“How many times are you going to make me crawl on my knees?” he demanded. “Because I will crawl all day to get that.”
“I suppose I might allow you to rub them. If you behave, I suppose you could putone toein your mouth. After you dragging me around all day they’re sore.”
My skin prickled with arousal at the feeling of his rough fingers bringing my feet into his lap and starting to stroke them.
CHAPTER 16
Kingsley
