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King lays back, but he doesn’t let go of my hand. He raises them up, lowering his upper body back against the mattress, his head on the pillow, as he stares up at me. While our hands are still connected, I find the courage to straddle him. I try to stay on my knees, so that I’m not lowered against him completely, but his cock is hard and more than ready, brushing against me. I can’t resist the temptation and as I sit down, giving him my weight. His heated, hard-yet-soft cock presses against the lips of my pussy. They part, allowing him to press against my core in a way that makes my entire body spasm. King squeezes my hand, bringing my attention back to his face.

“Oh,” I gasp, looking down at him. The feeling of his body pressing against mine robs me of speech. I can feel myself growing wetter. He must know it too, because his shaft is pressed against my core. There’s no way to miss it.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good,” he growls lowly.

Those words and the tone of his voice bring an all over body shiver and it’s not a bad one at all.It’s all good.I stretch over him so I can reach his lips and kiss him. The movement makes itso that his hard shaft presses deeper against my clit in a way that feelsphenomenal.

“King,” I gasp.

“Kiss me, Gabby,” he demands. I don’t question it. I stretch even more and press my lips against his. His tongue pushes into my mouth. King rearranges our joined hands so mine are on top and our fingers interlocked. I groan in his mouth. This is new.This is different. In the times that we’ve been exploring, it has never gotten this heated. There’s been a sweetness to what he does to my body. It almost has felt tender and innocent—as weird as that sounds. Now, there’s a hunger and a need involved. It should scare me. Maybe it would if I gave myself time to think about it, but I can’t. I just want more of King.

Almost of its own volition, my body rocks against King. The wilder our kiss gets, the more I grind against his cock, moving so I’m using my body, thrusting back and forth against his shaft. I’m drenched and I can hear the sounds of our bodies sliding against one another. It’s hot, wet, and I want this with King more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. I pull away from the kiss, needing to drag oxygen into my lungs. Yet, even as I do so, I allow myself the simple pleasure of kissing down the column of his neck. I let my teeth scrape against his skin, my tongue caresses the same path, while my lips pay homage to all the deliciousness that is King. I pull my hand away from his and my fingers bite into his sides, holding on in a way that I never want to let go—even if I know somewhere deep inside that I will have to.

A moment later, I feel King’s fingers biting into my hips. There’s a little pain from the intensity of his hold, but mostly just pure pleasure. Now, he begins to move me, and I eagerly follow his direction. He thrusts up while pulling me down, grinding me against his cock. The head of his cock tortures my clit as the ferocity of our movements increase.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I pant.

“Give it to me,” he orders, his voice darker—hoarser. There’s an urgency behind his words too. I look at him and I see it. He’s close. Suddenly, I want his orgasm more than my own. The thought of me being able to bring him pleasure is everything I want.

Running on instinct, I lean down and run my tongue against his nipple. “Mm …” I whimper right before sucking it into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he hisses, his body jerking. One of his hands comes away from my hips to tangle into my hair. I keep sucking as my body works against his cock. “Jesus, fuck,” King groans.

The pleasure and hunger fighting in his coarse words, undo me. I use my fingers to work at the tender nub my lips just released as I stretch to whisper in his ear. “Will you come for me, King?”

“I … Fuck, Gabby,” he groans, his hand coming up to scrub his face. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t,” I tell him, and for once I’m positive of that. King would never hurt me.

His hands come up to brace each side of my face. “Let’s worry about me some other time. Get what you need and come for me,” he urges, but even as he says it, I can hear how close he is in his voice.

“Gabby, please, let me give this to you. You’re the only one that matters here,” he says.

His words cut through the haze of semi-sex. I know what he wants. I bite down on my lip as I study his beautifully tortured face. I know what I need to do. This next step is something I know I want. The only thing I’m unsure of is if I can force myself not to freak out and make this a good experience not only for King, but for myself, too. I cup the side of his face, memorizing this moment with this beautiful man. How I wish I could go backinto the past and rewrite every bad decision I ever made. I know it’s not possible, but everything in me wishes for that chance. The need for it is so big it is practically painful. I push that down. First, this moment was about King’s effort to make me more comfortable with my body finding pleasure. Now this moment is all about King and wanting to give him a piece of me. It’s about wanting to share the feelings he gives me.It’s all about King for me.With my decision made, I raise up on my knees, while reaching down to wrap my hand around his cock. God, he’s even bigger than he was before.How is that possible?

“Gabby …” I position him between us, and I feel him tense. “No, Gabby. You need to?—”

“I need you,” I counter, moving so the head of his cock is pressing against my entrance.

“Baby, we can’t. I don’t have a condom and?—”

“I can’t get more knocked up than I already am, King.”

“It’s not that. Gabby?—”

“I’m clean. I got tested for months after the rape, King. You don’t have to worry.”

“For fuck’s sake. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried this is a step you’re not ready for. We can take our time and plan, Sunshine. I can make it good for you when the time comes.”

The beauty of this man cannot be believed. Everything he’s given me, and King’s worried about me even now. For a moment, air freezes in my lungs. I love him and, in saying that yet again, I know the love I have for him surpasses anything I have ever felt before.Anything.That alone gives me the courage to hold him steady as I lower my body down, taking him inside.

I go slow. I don’t want to rush to where I miss something. That means I feel every inch of him slip inside of me. He stretches me, but his cock is coated in my juices. I’m still so wet it should embarrass me but doesn’t because this is too good. This—with King—is something I never expected to experience inmy life. I didn’t even know this feelingexisted. So, I take every moment and savor it.Freaking savor it.

“Fuck,” King hisses, as I finally get all of him inside of me. I stay settled against him, not moving, giving my body time to adjust. “Christ, Gabby, you’re so tight. You’re choking my cock,” he growls.

“You want me to … Umm … Should I …”

Shit. I feel like I’m messing this up. If he doesn’t like this, then I need to get off him, run to the bathroom, and then die of embarrassment. Those are words I’m finding impossible to speak aloud, however.

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