Page 66 of Kings Fear No One
I rip my mouth away from hers, breathing raggedly, peering down at her. Her lids hang halfway, long eyelashes practically kissing her cheeks. Something tells me I’ve got the same drunken look about me.
“You really want this?” I ask huskily. “You want to feel this cock inside you?”
Her teeth bite down on her plump bottom lip, and she gives a nod. Her body wriggles, her thighs spreading even wider.
Fuck, once I’ve caught the scent of her arousal, I can’t talk myself out of it. I can’t stop myself from gripping my cock and guiding myself to her warm, slick pussy.
We both watch in silent, panting awe as we come together. Teysha’s head tips back, her brows knitting at the feel of my thick girth fitting inside. It takes a concerted effort—every cell present in my tense, muscled body—to hold off from sinking any deeper.
I stop at the head and almost go fucking cross-eyed from how good it feels. In all the times we’ve been together, made to perform for Abraham, I’d never let myself enjoy it. I’d barely felt anything at all, under such duress it was impossible.
But this single moment changes everything.
It’s like the glass house I’ve erected shatters. Walls I’ve put up to shield not just myself but Teysha.
The vow I made to end our marriage and push her away has been destroyed—how can I ever give this up? Her up?
I pause, sliding in and out a couple more times. Soaking in the warmth of her pussy. Studying how pleasure flickers across her pretty face and she undulates her hips impatiently.
“I’m enjoying you, baby,” I growl, kissing her neck. “You and this sweet fucking pussy already got me in a chokehold.”
She arches her back, begging for more. Pleading with me in breathy moans.
I withdraw to rub my cock along her swollen slit, coating myself in her juices. One last moment of teasing for the both of us. Then I slam myself inside, pushing past her tight walls ’til I’m bottoming out.
We release the same strangled breath we’ve been holding in. The same raw cry of pleasure. Hers, sharper. Mine, grittier and deeper.
The need in me intensifies. Dark, desperate need that unleashes itself and taints my blood. It surges through me as I let go and give into the urges I’ve fought so damn hard against.
My skin burns hot and sweat slicks itself onto my broad, tattooed chest and arms, down my corded back. I pin Teysha’s knees back ’til they’re damn near on either side of her head and then natural instincts take course. My hips slip into motion, pounding away.
Her pussy’s impossibly tight, fluttering around me. Her walls slick and stretchy, gripping at me to draw me further in.
An invitation I gladly accept. I come in close and capture her lips in a kiss that’s feverish and untamed. My hips piston forward, in and then out and then in even deeper.
Our skin slaps, our lungs sputter, our bodies crackle.
We fall into a rhythm that’s far from the slow and deliberate exploration we had earlier. We’re beyond patience as I grip her knees and drill into her. Teysha touches herself—she gives me the sexiest fucking show I’ve ever seen as one free hand gropes a breast and the other finds her clit.
I’m afforded a firsthand demonstration as the beautiful woman beneath me explores her own body. She tweaks a nipple and rubs away at her clit, defiantly meeting my gaze, finding a way to drive me even more fucking insane.
A growl revs from my chest. I fist her hair and force her mouth to mine. I pillage her in every way possible, lapping at her mouth, groping her heaving breasts, slamming my hips into hers.
My thrusts come deep and punishing. My kiss equally bruising.
Teysha whimpers and curls her legs around my back, matching my chaotic energy. It’s how we race toward the finish line.
I flip her over onto her stomach and sink back into her. More shared groans fill the space of the bedroom. More skin slapping and sweat dripping.
I grip her hips and buck into her. She keens and clenches tight around me. Her hair’s a mess, a tangled, dark chocolate whirlwind that’s draped across her bare shoulders. That’s fallen into her face as she shudders and angles her body ’til it’s tilted half upside down. She’s buried herself in a pillow to silence her own screams.
Screams I use as fuel. Screams that drive me even harder.
I switch up my stroke, grinding into her, reaching under her to play with her clit. She’s soaking wet, so damn swollen and slick.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, “come for me. Be my fucking good girl and come on my cock.”
The dirty words do her in. They unlock the final level to her pleasure.
