Page 127 of 'Tis the season of Wicked Deeds

Licking my bottom lip, he asks in a sensual voice, “Sore, darling?”

“Y-yes.”

“How sore?”

I tug at his hair. “So damn much.”

“Want me to stop?”

Eyes closed from the pleasurable pain, I shake my head. “Don’t you dare.”

Sealing our lips in a passionate kiss, his thrusts become longer and deeper. Ripping his mouth away, he trails it lower in a wet line down the slope of my throat to my shaking breasts. Blowing on one tip, he flicks his tongue on it very lightly, which has me wanting more.

When I arch my back, he pulls away.

He’s clearly keeping me on the edge.

“Please.”

“Shh…”

Sliding to my other breast, he repeats the torture. Kingston’s giving me a ghost of his touch. Teasing, torturing, and tormenting, all the while his hips slam and grind against my pussy in a manner that’s still achingly slow.

My slit feels swollen yet it keeps gushing, making a mess of his balls that’s slapping against my ass.

His head dips to my breast again after I succumb to his control. His warm and wet mouth closes around my poor nipple, and he sucks.

“Oh yes… Like that!” I whimper, urging him to keep going.

Seizing the tip between his teeth, he pulls while flicking it mercilessly with his tongue. A pressure rises in my stomach and I lift my hips to meet his languid thrusts.

The arm resting underneath my head as a pillow, shifts to thread in my hair, holding me immobile. I’m completely at his mercy as he drives my body sky-high to another dimension with multiple sensations.

His mouth suckles my breast earnestly.

Nibbling and licking and swallowing.

Sloppy, wet noises spill from his lips.

I never knew having my nipples played with could bring such intense pleasure. The thrill of it makes me wetter.

The ache turns into a pressure in my pussy. It makes my walls clench and unclench around his shaft. I crave more, needing a push to send me into oblivion.

“I’m going to come, King.” My tone is so needy. “Oh yes! I’m coming. Ahhh.”

I thrash as my orgasm barrels down.

Kingston spreads my thighs even wider and plunges in to the hilt, staying inside my spasming walls as he grinds the base of his cock and the curls around his groin against my clit. The friction is so fucking delicious that colors dance behind my eyes.

A whimper slips from my lips.

I never want the ecstasy to wear off.

My gaze snaps open when Kingston lets my breast go with a loud pop. Feral eyes meet mine and he growls, “Again.”

Dropping my leg to the floor, he sits on his heels while making me straddle his thighs. His cock still lodged deep in my cunt.

I blush a deep scarlet when I see the state of my right breast. My nipple is hard, swollen, and raw. Teeth imprints paint my skin around them black and blue. Kingston’s sucked on it so long and rough that it’s the opposite of my untouched breast.

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