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His own gaze flies over every inch of me. “You think you can tease me, tempt me like this and not suffer the consequences?”
He keeps walking towards me, stopping just a foot away, his cock right at eye level from my kneeling position.
“You said you wouldn’t fuck me until I asked you to.”
He reaches down with the hand not stroking his length and grips my hair. “I said I wouldn’t fuck you. I never said I wouldn’t feed you my dick.”
My mouth is already watering when he shoves his hips forward and pushes the fat head of his cock between my lips.
We both moan, and I use my tongue to trace the underside, tasting him for the first time.
“Savannah. Fuck,” he groans. “You’re fucking perfect.” I open my mouth wider and take more of him. Wanting more of him. “That’s it.” He pushes in deeper. “That’s it. Take it, Honey.” He slides out, nearly popping free, and I lap at the length of him.
“You look so good with my cock in your mouth.”
His praise is too much. I need to come.
I pull the vibrator out and drag it up my slit until it’s pressing against my clit.
My chest constricts just as King pushes his cock back into my mouth.
I’m so close. Seconds away.
King yanks his cock free from my mouth and in a blur of movement, he has slapped the vibrator out of my hand.
I try to stop him, but then he’s hauling me up and over his shoulder.
“King!”
He slaps my ass, hard, and I yelp. “You were about to come.”
“No shit!” I snap at him, then slap his ass since it’s right in my face.
I almost laugh at the way his body jolts, clearly not expecting the retaliation, but then I’m being flung down onto the mattress.
“You’ll come on my cock.” King is crawling over me, pushing my thighs apart. “Or you won’t come at all.” He lines up his tip at my entrance, one hand next to my head, holding his weight off me. “Now ask me.”
His eyes are blazing into mine and there’s nothing I want more in this world than to be connected with him.
Grabbing at his sides, I stare into his intense eyes. “Will you please fuck me, Husband? I want to come on my King’s cock.”
King drops his hips and his weight, impaling me in one motion.
I cry out, a combination of pleasure and pain from the intrusion.
But then he’s kissing me, and all I can feel is him.
All I can sense is King.
Our mouths. Our bodies.
The way we catch eachother’s exhales.
King ruts into me. Grunting and groaning as I moan into his mouth. As my nails scrape at his back. Trying to hold him closer. Trying to pull him tighter.
“Tell me you won’t ice me out again.” He slides a hand between us. “Promise me I can have this sweet pussy anytime I want it.” His fingers brush against my clit. “Any time I need it.”
“Yes,” I pant.