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“Tell me you’re mine, and I’ll make you come all over this cock.”
“I’m yours, King.” My hips lift to meet his thrusts. “You can have me any way you want.”
It must be the right thing to say because his mouth slams into mine as his fingers pinch my clit.
And I’m done. My body shatters into a million tiny pieces as King fucks my mouth with his tongue and my pussy with his big cock.
Every inch of my body is on fire, and I can’t tell where I end and he starts.
Just as my clit starts to protest, King pulls his hands away to grip my ass and his mouth drops to my shoulder.
His body tenses against mine and he pulls my hips up, so he’s as deep as he can go, when he starts pulsing inside me.
Filling me completely.
CHAPTER67
King
“Sometimes I wonderif you’re trying to kill me.” I mumble into her hair after I shift my weight so I’m not crushing her completely.
“Promise I’m not.” A small hand pats my back. “It’s just that you’re so old.”
With my cock still hard I give my hips a sharp thrust, causing Savannah to cry out.
I laugh. “Well, if this old man dies between your thighs, it’ll be a life well lived.”
“You’re such a dummy.” There’s a softness in her voice, and I feel more content than I have in a long time.
We’re both silent for a minute, while we catch our breaths. And that’s when I notice the buzzing sound coming from the bathroom.
I roll my head to the side so my ear is up. “Is that…the vibrator?”
Savannah lifts her head like she’s trying to listen, but then drops back down onto the mattress. “I don’t recall you turning it off before you knocked it out of my hand, so probably.”
I shake my head, a smile pulling across my mouth.
This girl really is going to kill me.
* * *
Reaching up,I turn off my bedside lamp, covering the room in darkness.
“Come here.”
The blankets rustle and, doing as I say, Savannah snuggles up against my side.
We both know she’ll end up like this anyway, so we might as well start with it.
With her cheek against my bare chest, I feel her mouth stretch in a yawn.
I run my fingers through her hair. “I’m assuming you need to go to the gallery early to get ready, but I’ll be there by six when the show starts.”
Savannah’s hand slides across my stomach to my side, in a partial hug. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”
My brows furrow as I try to dissect why she’d say that, but still tell her the truth. “I want to.”
“Oh, okay.” Her response is quiet.