Page 67 of Broken By A King

Thirty-One

TINY

Iam literally seeing stars. Millions and millions of little floating stars are bouncing around the periphery of my vision. There's a medical terminology for what this actual phenomena is, which I learned in nursing school, but I forget what it is. For now, I'm going to call it what it is.

A great fucking orgasm.

I've come before. I've even had oral sex before, but I've never felt anything like this. Now I understand why some women lose their minds. This feeling, this euphoria, can probably become...addictive.

As my body floats down from this beautiful extraterrestrial place, I can see Stone out of the corner of my eye. He's standing by the bed, with a wide grin on his face, sliding a condom on the biggest dick I've ever seen in my life. Not that I have many to compare it to.

He climbs back on the bed and starts kissing my breasts. This is it. Some kind of way we're going to defy all the laws of science and he's going push that big engorged piece of muscle into my narrow vaginal cavity.

Relax, nut ball.

Women do this shit every day.

"Relax, baby. This is going to feel even better than what we just did."

Is that even possible?

When Stone hovers his big, beautiful body above me I drink him in. The detailed tattoo of an American eagle on his chest. The small heart and anchor on his neck. I wrap my arms around his body and run my hands up and down his back.

I hate to think it. It's such a frightening admission. But I want this man.

I want him like I've never wanted anything in my life.

And I'm about to have him.

"Get out of your head, Ariana, and focus on me. Keep your eyes on me."

I do as I'm told and stare into a pair of expressive gray eyes that are trying to tell me all of the things that the man who owns them cannot say himself.

He cares for me.

He wants to protect me.

He wants to ravage me.

He wants to own me.

He positions the tip of his penis directly at the entrance of my sex and starts to push and pull. Creating a gentle rhythm with his hips.

"Remember what you did when my fingers were inside of you, baby. Do the same thing."

Push and pull.

Lift and lower.

Pump in and out.

We continue this delicate dance of give and take as he continues to slide farther and farther inside of me until we reach an impasse.

He wraps one of his massive hands around the base of my neck and stares hungrily into my eyes.

"Your ass, this pussy, all of you belongs to me now."

"I know."