Page 69 of Out of the Shadow

“That’s because you’re very big.”

King’s hands, at my hips, urge me to move. I take a tentative motion up and down, using his hands as a guide. After a few awkward movements, I find a rhythm where he hits my clit on every downstroke.

Once I’ve started to move on my own, King’s hands travel upward and he grabs my bouncing breasts. He tweaks both of my nipples at the same time, and a bolt of pleasure ricochets from my chest directly down to where we’re joined.

“Do that again!”

King obliges and I come undone. He continues to move inside of me for so long I feel another orgasm shimmering. My ecstasy crests once again before he stills. And then roars as he comes, too. Sweaty and panting, I collapse down onto this man who rocked my world. He’s just as undone as I am.

He wraps his arms around me and turns us over, slipping out. Kissing my lips, he says, “I’ll be right back,” and disappears into the bathroom.

That was.Wow. I push my hair off my sweaty face and squeeze my legs together, relishing the delicious presence of King inside me. My body is both sated and energized.

The bathroom door closes and he eases back into bed, pulling me close. He kisses the top of my head. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”

I appreciate his questions—and the fact that he hasn’t said a single word about love. Why am I thinking about love?

“I’m perfect.” I wrap my hands around his neck and we kiss. Which starts as a thank you, morphs into anI could do this again, and finally ends in anI want to screw your brains out.

This time, King gets on top of me, covering my entire body with his own. He suckles on my breasts and lets his hands run all over me. I explore his broad back, the tribal tattoos around his upper arm, and reach for his cock again, but he backs away from me.

“I want to make you feel good,” he says, moving down between my thighs.

“If I felt any better, I’d be in outer space.”

He chuckles and dips his head, kissing my inner thighs on his way to my pussy. His very talented tongue brings me to another orgasm, leaving me sprawled out like an all-you-can-eat buffet for one.

My eyes roam over his body, landing squarely on his massive erection. My mouth waters. I need to taste this part of him. Sitting up, I say, “Now it’s time for me to return the favor. Lie down.” I give his torso a playful shove. He grunts and does as I wish.

Now that he’s all laid out before me, his sheer size and bulk take my breath away. “You’re like a sculpture.”

“I don’t know about that, but I do know one piece of me certainly feels as if it’s made of stone.”

My index finger goes into my mouth, then comes out with a pop. “Let me see what I can do about that.” My now-wet finger traces the vein in his cock down to his balls and back up.

“Damn, woman.”

I smile at his exclamation, promising myself he’ll shout it by the time I’m done, and follow the path my finger took with my tongue. He’s hard and so large that I’m shocked he fits inside of me. After exploring him like this, I open my mouth wide, covering my teeth, and let him glide inside my mouth. I suck on him gently—then hard—while my hand goes up and down his shaft since I can’t fit him entirely in my mouth. I repeat this motion over and over, enjoying the groans of encouragement he makes.

His hands land in my hair. “Angie, you need to stop. I can’t control myself much longer.”

“Then don’t.” I suck on him, and after one more try to get me to stop, he comes down my throat. I swallow his surprisingly tangy essence. Once I’ve licked him dry, I sit up at his feet.

King chuckles. “Pretty proud of yourself?”

I nod. Actually, I am. The way he came undone because of howIhandled him amps my confidence higher.

I query my heart—still not engaged—and run my fingers over my wedding rings. “Yep.”

King

“COME HERE.” Igrab the woman who just gave me the best blow job of my life and pull her down next to me. Facing her, I kiss those lips that drive me wild and run my hand through her silky hair.

Aware that we’re both naked, I do something I’ve never done before. Instead of diving right in for round two—or four, depending on how you’re counting—I let my hand rest on her hip. I want to talk.

“So tell me”—I kiss her pert nose—“now that I’m a licensed real estate agent, what can I do to make a difference around the agency?”

Her eyes squeeze shut. When they reopen, they’re more of a molten chocolate, all soft and sweet and oozing deliciousness. I certainly can attest to the latter. She plays with the hair at the nape of my neck. “Build up a following. Bring in clients. I can go out with you at first if you’d like—although, you seem to have the showmanship part down.”

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