Page 36 of King of Desire

A laugh rumbles from my lips.

Her shoes are off, sitting next to her on the floor. I cross the room, and she stands, presenting her back.

Without a word, I reach for her, undoing the hook above the zipper, my fingers brushing her skin, before I grasp the zipper and slide it down her back, exposing the clasp of the bra underneath, and then lower, revealing the smooth skin of her back.

The zipper keeps going all the way down to her ass, and so do I, her thong coming into view.

She holds the dress in the front so it doesn’t fall off her body, but it opens some. I’ve got a raging hard on, the one I’ve been trying to control all night.

But when one of the dimples above her ass comes into view, I start to leak cum.

I want Honeyeh so badly, my balls are on fire. My hand shakes the slightest bit as I reach the bottom of the zipper, and then I trail my fingers back up the exposed skin of her back.

She sucks in her breath, her skin breaking out in little bumps. With a rumble, I trace her waist, moving my hand deeper into the dress until my palm is pressed to her bare stomach.

And then I pull her against my front, settling my cock into the plump curve of her ass.

She gasps and it only makes me hotter as I nip at the curve of her neck, my hand now sliding down, tracing the top of the thong. I want to dive my hand underneath the lacy fabric. The one I picked out in the store, picturing it on Honeyeh’s skin.

Her breath is coming out in short little puffs as she reaches a hand back, settling it on my hip.

I look down to see her delicate fingers on my black pants and I know I want to see more of her hands on my skin.

“Honeyeh,” I growl out, as I slip past the top of the thong, my hand skimming down the silky skin of her lower belly.

And that’s when I realize that her pussy is shaved clean. “Fuck me.” I press my fingertips into her mound. “Are you bare for me, sweetheart?”

“She gave me a Brazilian today,” Honeyeh whispers even as I sink my fingers lower, running my middle finger along her soaking wet seam.

My breath is ragged now as I part her lips, the wet folds of her pussy drenching my hand. I’m about to completely fucking lose all control when her head falls back on my shoulder. “Triston?”

My answer is to grasp her chin with my other hand and turn her face so that I can devour her mouth, giving her a fierce kiss before I part her lips and dive in with my tongue.

My finger slides up higher and hits her sensitive clit. She cries into my mouth as her entire body shakes and I know she wants me as badly as I want her.

I let go of her jaw, still kissing her like I’m claiming her with my tongue as I tug the straps of her dress down her shoulders, the dress falling into a heap on the floor.

Now I get to see my hand down her underwear and between her legs. I want her naked.

No. I want her in nothing but the thigh-high stockings, on her hands and knees on the bed as I hold her hips in my hands and watch my cock sink into her pussy that I’ve messed up so good.

I’m leaking more cum, so ready for release, I step back just enough to get my hand on her back and unhook the bra with a quick jerk, sending the contraption across the room.

Then she’s back against my body, my mouth slanting over hers as I circle her clit with one hand and grab one of her perfect fucking tits in my other hand. Apple-sized and pert, with gorgeous nipples already standing at attention for me.

I tweak one and she cries out again, bucking into my hand. “Triston,” she gasps into my mouth.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” I’m already moving us toward the bed. I just need to fucking cum, and then I can think again.

Honeyeh’s got me crazy and if I could just gain some control back, I wouldn’t be thinking wild thoughts of marriage and killing men who even dare to look at her.

“I…” She pauses as I kiss her again, her lips meeting mine with enough hunger that I forget she wanted to talk. Her quads hit the bed, even as I switch my attention to the other breast. I want to lick them, taste every inch of her.

Maybe next time. But then I catch myself. Why am I already thinking of a next time? There are no promises here.

So instead, I let go of her breast, to place my hand on her back, even as I keep circling her clit. She’s drenched now, her juices covering my hand and running down her thighs. She’s going to feel so good.

I can’t remember a time that I was this amped.

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