Am I that hard up for sex? Sure, the sight of Aurus removing his armor was one I’ll replay over and over, when I’m in bed by myself. That insanely broad, smoothly muscled chest and the powerful arms he revealed bit by bit, like he was performing some unintentional, uncoordinated striptease. More of those tribal, tattoo-like markings cover every square inch of the skin he’s baring. Does he have them on his cock?
I have to know.
I need him to touch me.Now.
And so I let the big golden asshat cup my aching sex. I push my hips up, demanding his touch. King Goldfinger needs to give me my orgasm right the fuck now.
I can always make my escape later.
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Aurus
Her lower lips are plump and puffy. Soon, they will be wrapped around my cock as I rut her. Soon. I trace them gently for a little while longer, then my thumb finds that hard little nub at their apex. As I stroke it, the Omega in my arms lets out a cry and convulses, grinding her ass against my cock.
“Oh my god,” she half whimpers, half whispers. She turns her head to my chest as if to hide her reaction.
“Yes.” My voice deepens to a growl. A wet spray spurts into my palm. The scent of her slick rises and, for a moment, the room blurs.
I have to taste her.
My new mate just climaxed, even though she seems to be trying to hide her orgasm. I never imagined she would be so responsive to pleasure.
And she has gone limp in my arms.
I flip her onto her back, then grip her thighs just above the knees, splaying her wide open to me.
Her head lolls on the bed, her mouth half open as she gazes at me through lowered eyelids. Her hips are already rising slightly to offer her cunt up to me.
It seems I have gained her acquiescence, but having felt her gush into my hand, I want more than that.
I want her tobeg.
FOUR
Kim
The orgasm hitsme like a punch to the face. Just a few little strokes over that sensitive bundle of nerves, and I’m coming so hard that my nipples hurt. My pussy spasms uncontrollably, and I swallow a moan of shame as I gush into his giant hand. I’m rigid, desperate not to show him the effect he’s having on me, but I don’t doubt he knows.
And I want more, god help me.
I don’t fight him when he flips me onto my back, tugs my legs humiliatingly wide apart, and pushes my knees back so they’re basically around my ears, exposing my newly bared, smooth pussy to his intent gaze.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I can’t look at him. I don’t want to see what he’s doing. His scent is still thick on my tongue but I can also smell myself now, my own arousal rising, the sweet tang filling the room.
Stupid body. Stupid King Goldfinger—no, Goldprick—with his stupid huge muscles and stupid, stunningly handsome face.
I just orgasmed, hard, and I already want more.
My toes are tingling, and the tender spots on the backs of my thighs hurt where he’s gripping me, pinning me down. My pussy feels splayed open. Wet. Vulnerable.
Empty.
Then the feral, growling king between my legs begins to torture me.
He’s licking my pussy lips, the insides of my thighs, even around my most private hole—he’s lapping everywhere like a puppy with an ice-cream cone. His broad, flat tongue laves every square inch of my pulsating, needy core—except my clit.
I’m mindless, thrashing against his iron hold, thrusting my hips in a futile attempt to direct his attention to the spot where I want—need—it most.
