He freezes.
Relaxes.
And then I slip it in farther.
He remains still, letting me adjust until I’m fully inserted. He takes a few deep breaths, his abs constricting so tight that it has to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.
I take his moment of pause to bring the tip of his cock back to my mouth where I swirl my tongue around in a circle, then suck him hard. With my other hand, I reach up to his nipple, and while I suck him hard and push my finger against his prostate, I pinch his nipple.
“Ahhh fuck . . . me.” He tenses. “Fuck . . . fuck,” he says, his entire body clenching. He’s right there, so close, so I do it again, this time running my teeth along his cock, and that’s all it takes. His stomach hollows, his balls draw tight, and he’s yelling my name as he comes into my mouth, the force of his orgasm so strong that I have to swallow quickly right before he pulses twice and stills, his entire body stiffening.
“Your fucking mouth,” he says out of breath. “Jesus, fuck.” He falls to his side, and I move up on the bed, giving him room.
When he lies flat on his back, I smile down at him right before leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his nipple. He grips my hair, pulling my head back, and presses a kiss to my lips. It’s aggressive, and I love everything about it.
I smile against his lips, then stand from the bed. I glance behind me just to see him lift a brow in question. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
“I was going—”
He doesn’t let me finish before scooping me up and pinning me against the wall right next to the bathroom door.
“Keller,” I say breathlessly right before he lifts me higher and moves my legs so they drape over his shoulders. My back is against the wall, and my hands fall to his head just as his mouth finds my clit.
“So fucking wet and you smell like fucking heaven,” he says as he flicks out his tongue.
“Oh God,” I say, unsure what to do as my head nearly touches the ceiling.
His entire mouth opens wide and smothers my pussy, almost as if he’s making out with my clit, and it’s the most intense, most erotic, sexually charged moment of my life. Because this man is eating me out as if it’s his last goddamn meal. My entire body lights up in seconds, and in order not to fall over, I thread my hands through his hair and grip tightly as his mouth continues to press against me, licking, sucking, flicking. He’s rabid, never stopping, creating such a bundle of heat in my stomach that it releases through my veins with each suck, each vibration of his tongue flicking against my clit. My breath catches, and my head falls back against the wall.
“Oh my God, Keller. Oh fuck, Keller. I’m going to . . .”
He pulls away just in time to edge my orgasm so hard that my body seizes on me, holding me right there on the edge.
He tosses me down on the bed. “Hold your legs wide.”
I grip my knees, pulling back hard, and he brings one hand up to my throat. He clamps his fingers around it and whispers, “Mine,” before slipping two fingers inside me. He starts thrusting with such brutal force that I have no control over my body.
The combination of him holding me, claiming me, and the feel of his fingers curving up and hitting me in just the right spot gets me to a point of no return.
And my arms and legs fill with pins and needles, my mind goes blank, and then my orgasm rips through me with such force that for the first time in my entire life, I squirt. The sensation is so strong, so powerfully charged with raw eroticism. My body convulses for what feels like minutes until I’m finally able to catch my breath, only to feel Keller press his lips up my body and to my mouth. His hand that’s gripping my neck remains still, but his thumb strokes my jaw.
When my eyes open, he stares down at me. “You’re such a good girl.”
The praise settles into my heart, wrapping me up in a wave of warmth that I’ve been missing for the past three months.
“I’m glad I can please you, my king.”
He smiles down at me. “You could never disappoint.”
ChapterThirty-Three
KELLER
“Why are you always up so early?” Lilly asks as she strolls into the kitchen, her hair a total mess from how I was tugging on it last night. She’s wearing one of my shirts, and her eyes are barely open. She stumbles toward me, arms open, head down, looking for some comfort. I pull her in and lean against the kitchen counter.
“I’ve always been an early bird.”
“I know, but you leave me in bed, all alone and cold.” Her head rests against my chest. “I want to wake up in your arms, warm and snuggly.”
