Page 43 of King of My Heart

However long it would be.

Her legs were shaking, and her grip on my left shoulder was so damn tight it made it sore. With the other, she continued to pull at my hair, and, fuck, I loved that.

She was enjoying this, and if she’d let me, I would’ve stayed kneeled in front of her and with my mouth on her pussy forever.

But I needed my dick in her mouth. And then in her pussy.

Her walls clenched around my fingers as I pushed them into her, getting them as deep as I possibly could to hear more of her sweet moans.

“Please,” she begged, breathing heavily. “Make me come.”

“Let go then. It’s all up to you, baby,” I told her, thrusting my fingers into her harder before flicking my tongue against her clit again.

She cried out, and seconds later, her body collapsed. Both her hands were on my shoulders now, and I continued to pleasure her for a couple more seconds, loving the feel of her clit pulsating on my tongue.

I pulled out my fingers and got back up, steadying her with one arm around her waist as I looked down at her, watching her face overcome with emotions. “Look at me,” I ordered, searching her eyes before they met mine. “Open that mouth.”

When she did, I leaned in to kiss her, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth to let her taste herself. Every muffle noise made my dick twitch, and I held her closer, pressing her body against mine to make her feel just how hard I was for her.

After licking my tongue over hers one more time, I moved back and pushed my two fingers into her mouth.

“You like how you taste?” I asked, keeping my face close to hers as I watched her suck on my fingers. I pushed the deeper into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue and almost hitting the back of her throat.

She nodded, held her breath, and reached up with both hands to grip my forearm. At first, I thought she would push me away. Instead, she surprised me yet again by holding my arm in place and leaning in even more to suck my fingers in as much as possible.

“Naughty girl. Look at you…so damn needy. Can’t get enough, can you?”

Her eyes were on mine the whole time, and the hint of excitement in them told me that she wanted more. Much more.

Once she licked my fingers clean of her juices, I pulled my fingers out of her mouth and reached down to grab the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head. Her bra was gone just as fast, and after a moment of admiring her tits, I cupped them in my hands and squeezed gently.

“You’re perfect,” I told her, unable to take my eyes off her pretty pink nipples. “Everything about you. Every fucking inch. Just pure…beauty.”

I felt her body ease, and her expression was soft when I looked at her face. “You mean that?”

“Fuck, yes, I mean that.”

“Only because…you called me strange-looking the first time I showed up at your door.”

I hated that I said that.

Obviously, I was a fucking asshole with no filter.

And I was angry.

That anger seemed to have eased ever since I’d gotten to know her better.

“I lied.” My jaw ticked. “But it would’ve been weird admitting to my son’s ex-girlfriend that I found her attractive.”

She puckered her lips and tilted her head to the side in the sweetest way. Her eyes sparked with mischief. “And it’s not weird now?”

“No,” I admitted, meeting her gaze again. “Because the feeling is mutual.”

I squeezed her tits again, pinching her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and rolling them, getting them harder than they already were.

“It was mutual before…” she said, her voice a sensual whisper. “I also thought you were attractive the first time I saw you.”

I let out a dry laugh. “That’s good.”

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