Page 152 of Kings Fear No One
He laughs. “That’s right, baby. Sink down on this cock and ride me like a fucking bull.”
I’m frazzled as he maneuvers us for me. So strong and capable, he pulls me up and lays back, plopping me on top ’til I’m astride him.
His thighs are so thick, so muscled and hairy that it feels difficult just trapping mine over his. His cock stands tall and upright, gleaming from precum.
I lick at my lips, my heart beating fast.
“C’mere,” he says, grabbing me by the hips. He drags me the rest of the way, ’til I’m positioned directly over his length. “Do it, baby. Sink down.”
“But… but I don’t… I’ve never…” I warble out.
“Be my good girl and try. You can take it. You can ride me, baby.”
It’s the desire blazing in his dark eyes that does me in. The husky note of his voice. The love that’s visceral and makes me feel safe enough to explore.
I’m clumsy getting myself situated. I pull my summer dress the rest of the way over my head and plant my hand on his chest. It looks tiny against the broad expanse of it. Holding his gaze, I nibble on my bottom lip and go for it, sinking down on him.
Logan hisses like he’s been burned. His chest constricts, so powerful in the ragged breath he lets out.
“FUCK!” He clenches my thighs on either side of him. Veins throb in his throat as he swallows with difficulty. “Fuck, that’s fucking good. So fucking good.”
Encouraged by the praise—even the expletives—I do what feels natural.
I rock my hips, slowly, tentatively, testing and exploring.
Reveling in how thick he is and full he makes me. How I can take him deeper or switch up the depth for new angles of pleasure.
Soon, I’m finding a rhythm. I’m riding him, my skin burning and heart pounding. I’m mesmerized by the ways I can inflict pleasure on him. The ways I can make him groan and snap shut his eyes.
My pussy grips him, my walls fluttering and stretching.
My breasts bounce along with every move.
A whole new version of myself is born. A sensuous seductress who’s bold and unafraid, who embraces her sexuality and wields it to bring her husband to climax.
Sex doesn’t just happen to me, like so many times in the past. I can be in control. I can make him feel so good and make myself feel just as good too.
These moments are hungry and carnal, driven by lust and desire, but they’re also beautiful and intimate. Private moments we share in together. Moments where I can unleash a side of myself no one else gets to see.
I shudder as my pace increases and my rock becomes a full on, frantic bounce.
Logan grips my thighs and helps me along.
“That feels so fucking fantastic, baby. Keep going.”
And I do—I undulate my hips like I’m fighting a bull, moaning at how his dick reaches a part of me it never has. Some pleasure button that sends hot sparks through me.
“Fuck yes!” Logan growls as I ride him. He’s groping my hips and thighs hard enough to bruise, both of us so close to our endings. “You’re doing so good, baby. You’re so fucking beautiful. Look at you taking my cock like a good girl.”
Our eyes lock, our pants chaotic, bodies slick with sweat, as we ride it out together.
We find our pleasure together.
“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you’re my good fucking girl,” he demands, his face clenched. His muscles strain. He’s on the verge of coming.
“I’m your good girl!” I cry out. “I’m yours… I’m yours…”
“You want my cum, baby? You want to be full with me?”
