Page 50 of The Stalking King

“What?” I gasp.

“The way you’re grinding my face. You fucking need this.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I whimper.

I didn’t even realize I was doing it. Now that I do, I move even faster. He follows the motion of my hips. His mouth fixes on my clit, tongue swirling around, as his finger pushes inside me.

Then his tongue becomes even more insistent. My head falls back and my eyes shut. I see red, hot pleasure. His groans are what push me higher and higher, how content he sounds, as if he never knew women like me existed. I feel special, needed.

Then—

He slips another finger inside me as the orgasm tightens my belly and my toes curl. His tongue flickers hotly against my clit, fast, urgent. I can’t feel anything other than the boiling pleasure. Euphoria expands until it’s all I know.

As the orgasm rolls and lengthens, there are no complications. It doesn’t matter who he is. It doesn’t matter what he’s done.

He climbs up my body once it’s over, holding himself up and staring down at me. He’s got a proud smirk on his glimmering lips.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you come,” he snarls.

He grips himself, holding himself up with one hand, while the other smooths his tip up and down my clit. He hovers near my entrance, almost pushing in, then moves away.

“Don’t tease me,” I moan.

“Are you forgetting who’s in charge?”

A flurry of confidence courses through me. I pull one hand loose from my bra and slide it between our bodies. When I wrap my hand around him, his nostrils flare and his teeth grit.

“I think you are,” I say, moving my hand up and down his thickness. I can feel his veins pressing against my hand. Months of lust are trapped in him, ready to break free.

“Lia,” he snarls. “My… light.”

I smile, then my mouth opens in another shaky moan when I guide him to my entrance, and he arches his hips. He pushes into me, slickness flowing. He groans as if he might explode for a second. Like he’s holding himself back.

“Perfect… fucking… pussy,” he groans.

He pushes in deeper. I move one hand over his hand, the other still tangled up in my bra. My fingernails dig into his hard muscles. He pushes, pushes, until he’s buried all the way and we float here for a moment.

He fills me completely, my tunnel gripping him. I think I might have to tell him to stop, or go slow, until I feel the tension release and my body adjust to him. He feels it too, his lip twitching.

“You need this as badly as I do,” he groans, then slides slowly out.

He’s wrong. I need it more.

He pulls almost all the way out, holding himself there, staring meaningfully into my eyes. Then I scratch a hand down his back insistently. He loves how badly I want him. And I love that he cares so much.

Pushing back in, his tip presses against a deep, warm spot that sends pleasure spiraling through me. He slips out, and we begin moving together, no awkward movements, no hesitation. We flow into our rhythm as if we’ve discussed it beforehand. It’s natural, and it’s now.

Nothing else, just us.

I free my other hand and scratch my nails lightly down his chest. He’s holding himself up, his dark eyes flitting from my face to my chest to his cock slipping in and out of me. When he looks down at that, he turns animalistic. His pace picks up. I gasp as I try to keep up with him.

When his eyes move to my breasts, I let go of his chest and push them together. He thrust faster. The room fills with the messy, heated sounds of sex, wet and urgent, the bed squeaking under his hunger, our skin slapping together.

I bring my hands to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. When he lays his body against me – but not putting his weight on me – I almost lose it again. His skin is on fire, his hard body pushing against my breasts, my stomach. He’s covering me completely. I wrap my arms around him in a hug, and his pace changes.

Faster, harder, until we’re both bucking and writhing and moaning like our lives depend on it. When I feel another orgasm tickling at the edges, I almost can’t believe it. This has never happened for me before…

He kisses my neck and bites my shoulder softly. His whole body is tense as though he’s doing everything in his power not to let go until he feels me melt for him again.