Page 32 of Making the King

“Okay, then. Just watch,” I say, standing from the bed and tugging off my shirt. Her eyes widen but she doesn’t say anything, so I toss my shirt aside and tug down my shorts.

My hard cock springs free, the fucker already geared up to please her, and part of me hates that I’m so hard given the situation. But it’s her. The way she looks at me with those big eyes, so innocent yet curious. She’s fucking trusting me right now, and apparently, my dick likes that.

“Oh. Wait. What are you doing?” She looks panicked, but I hold up my hands and turn my naked body from side to side, hoping it will distract her.

“Let me show you how I get myself off. What I do in the shower each morning and night while I think about you.”

Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I keep my eyes trained on Cara’s as she stares at my engorged cock, and absentmindedly licks her lips.

“You think about me?” she asks, quietly, and I nod.

“Yes, I do. And doing this feels so good.” I tell her, pumping my cock, slowly turning to the side so she can get a better look at what I’m doing. “I imagine it’s your hand. I imagine you on your knees sucking my dick into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing as you suck me down as far as you can go. I imagine thrusting into your mouth, hearing you gag a little as I watch you watching me. Your eyes will water, but it’s so fucking beautiful, that I can barely hold back.”

Sucking her lips into her mouth, Cara shifts on the bed, pressing her thighs together.

“Do you feel it, Killer? Deep down in your cunt. A flutter. A hot gush. The need that you want something more.”

“Yes.” She breathes, and fuck, pre-cum rolls from my tip at her words.

Climbing on the end of the bed, I kneel in front of her, running my thumb over the bead of pre-cum.

“See this? It’s my cock telling me that it’s ready for more.” I hold up my thumb. “You want a taste?”

She shakes her head, but her breathing deepens, and her eyes don’t leave my cock and she presses her thighs together again.

“Just touch yourself.” I suggest, and she shakes her head, even as she squeezes her legs tight.

“I promise it will feel good. Just pull your pants down and press your fingers to your clit.”

Her dark eyes meet mine again now, and I nod. “It’s okay. I promise I won’t touch you. I won’t do anything to you that you don’t want me to do.”

I jerk my dick faster, and that seems to spur her on. She quickly shuffles around until her panties and leggings are at her ankles, and then she toes them off, kicking them over the side of the bed, but she keeps her knees squeezed tight.

“Do you like looking at me like this?” I ask, pumping my cock. “Do you like watching what you do to me?”

She nods quickly, and I grin. Finally, I’m getting through to her. Connecting without getting into a sneering match.

“Open your legs, Killer. Let me see how wet you are.”

Slowly, as she bites her lip, she pries her knees apart to reveal the satin of her cunt, and it’s fucking glistening.

“Oh Cara. You are already so wet. So slick. I can see it.”

“Is that… wrong?”

I shake my head. “Fuck no. That’s perfect.” I start panting as my dick fights to take over, but I need to hold back. I can’t fucking come yet. Not until she has. “Press your fingers to your clit.” I urge, and when she looks indecisive, I wonder if she’s going to do it. I’m surprised when she follows my order, grazing her fingers over the area.

“Oh!” She cries out at the first contact, and I nearly lose my load.

“That’s it. Press into it. Or move your fingers in a circle over it.” I urge and again, she follows.

Her breathing is rapid now, and I hope like hell she can come, because she deserves to feel this pleasure.

“How does it feel?” I ask, my voice raspy.

“It... It feels sooo... Oh.” Her lids fall shut momentarily. “Like I need something… I don’t know what.”

“Fuck, Killer. It needs to come. Your body needs to come.”

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