Page 45 of Making the King

“Hermosa.” She pants, and I grin, pressing my lips to her clit and kissing her passionately there.

Lost to the pleasure, she starts grinding against my face while I mash my fingers harder and faster, helping her get closer to ecstasy.

The moment she starts clamping around my fingers, I free my cock with my free hand, and when her cries slowly die off from riding her high, I stand quickly, hitch her legs up, and ease my cock inside her.

She tenses, but my lips find hers as I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue, and I use my free hand to circle her clit, building her pleasure again to mask any discomfort she feels at my invasion.

I slowly thrust a few times, feeling how easy my dick moves inside her with each motion, and then her hips are pressing into mine too, wanting more.

Lifting her legs, I wrap them around my waist and walk us awkwardly, with my jeans around my fucking ankles, to the side and through my bedroom door before falling us onto my bed.

I don’t stop moving. I continue pumping into her, faster and faster, loving her panted cries as she claws at my shoulders, holding on.

Breaking our kiss again, I push up, getting better momentum and pounding harder, watching how her tits jiggle with each thrust.

“Am I hurting you?” I grunt out, and she shakes her head.

“Yes. No. Don’t stop.”

I fucking grin. I knew she’d be a good student.

“Does it feel good?” I ask, before biting my lip and willing myself not to fucking come yet. I want to wait and ride that high with her.

“Yes. Oh yes.” She cries, arching back and squeezing her eyes tight.

“Eyes on me,” I demand, and her lids fly open, her steely gaze locking with mine.

“Hermosa,” I tell her in her native language, and she smiles, like she appreciates that I remember the word I asked her for a few minutes earlier.

“I want you to come for me, Killer.” I rasp, pistoning inside her. “Squeeze my cock. Milk me.”

Even as I say this, I press my thumb to her clit and after only a few strokes, I send her soaring again with a loud cry.

The moment she starts clamping around me, my nuts draw up before pleasure erupts, shooting hot cum from my cock and filling her, deep inside.

I swear my hearing fucking vanishes with how hard I come, but after a few moments, Cara’s panting breaths come back to me, and I blink myself out of my orgasmic daze to look down at her.

“Now that is how it’s done,” I tell her, and she giggles.

“That was… so much more than earlier. Will it keep getting better and better each time?”

“My cock aims to please. I’ll be sure to try to bring you to new heights each time.”

“Damn. Don’t let me stop you.”

Slowly a wide toothy smile spreads her lips wide and with the way her cheeks are flushed red, and her lips are puffy and well kissed, I fucking know I’m never going to get enough of her.

Of my wife.

Cara

“So what’s the deal with you and Rocco?”

I press the cold water bottle harder against the side of my face, feeling the plastic bend under my grip. Luckily, Mateo’s punch didn’t leave much of a bruise, so I don’t even know why I keep cooling the skin down. Since it’s been a few days since he hit me, the bruising would have already appeared.

“Why do you want to know?” I shoot back at Alana, tossing my long hair over my shoulder and narrowing my eyes at her.

She grins wider. “Because I’m so fucking curious. We all heard the stories of your marriage, but I don’t think any of us expected you to become a real couple.”

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