Page 23 of Sofa King Cute

I nod then thrust in again. “And after that, I’m going to take you thrift store shopping because I know that’s your favorite thing to do.”

Her eyes widen like I’ve just told her she’s a billionaire. “If I wasn’t already in love with you before, I believe I would have just fallen head over heels.”

“That’s the only thing I want from you, Liv,” I say, bending down to kiss her again.

My thumb circles her clit, and her thighs try to close, but my big body won’t let them. I thrust harder, and I can see the exact moment her orgasm hits.

Watching her lost in pleasure is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I never want it to stop. Good thing I’m planning on doing this for the rest of our lives.

“I love you,” I groan and hold myself deep inside her. My cock throbs as I cum, and black spots blur my vision. It’s an effort to hold myself up and not crush her, but to my surprise, she pulls me down, asking for my weight.

“I love you.” She kisses my neck, cheek, lips, anything she can reach until my head stops swimming.

When I finally have control of my limbs, I roll us over so she’s on top of me, my cock still buried deep.

“So what’s this I hear about two more times?” she asks, sitting up.

“Fuck,” I hiss at the sight of her naked body on top me, my bare cock stuffing her full. The image alone is enough, and I cum again instantly.

“Oh my gosh.” She blinks in surprise as she looks down at her pussy. “Did you just, you know?”

“That one doesn't count,” I grit out, and she grins at me. Squeals of laughter leave her as I roll her onto her back again. “I need to get myself under control first.”

“I like having that kind of power.”

“You can have all the power,” I say and kiss my way up her neck. “As long as I get your love.”

“Deal,” she agrees, and we make love once more.

Chapter Fifteen

LIV

“I don’t want to,” I huff, pulling the blanket over my head.

Now that I know I’m a full-blown cuddler, I’m not so quick to get out of bed. I’m also not one to sit still, but Julius has a quiet calm that settles the restlessness inside of me. Although people shouldn’t be fooled by how peaceful he appears. Julius is quiet and sweet until he’s not.

“If you think I’m going to make you, then you’ve done bumped your head.”

I flop the blanket back down, and it takes my hair with it. Julius is standing on the side of the bed, and he leans over to brush it away. The man is so dang attentive. He’s staring down at me with a sweet smile, the one that only belongs to me.

“You made me bump it on the headboard,” I laugh, and his expression turns serious.

“I did no such thing.” Julius’s giant hand starts to feel my skull, making me laugh harder.

“It’s a joke.”

“Oh, you’ve got jokes?” He yanks the comforter off me. “I’ll make you laugh.”

He starts to tickle me, and I scream with laughter. “This isn’t fair!” I try to wiggle free, but he’s three times my size. “You should have to tie one hand behind your back,” I manage to get out. “Maybe both.”

“I need my hands for this.” He stops tickling and starts caressing instead, and I let out a happy moan.

“True,” I admit. “Why do you have so many clothes on?” I run my hands under his shirt, needing to feel his skin.

“Had a delivery.” I don’t get a chance to ask what kind of delivery before he has his mouth between my legs.

After that, the only thing I can do is moan, then I’m screaming Julius’s name. He makes me cum with his mouth before he takes his cock out and thrusts it inside me. I’m still reeling from one orgasm when he sends me into another.

---