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“ His biceps bulged as he carried the largest box, the one filled with all the resources I’d collected on mysticism, spiritualism, and witchcraft, into the tiny bungalow. Sweat glistened on his brow after all the in and out of moving me in. Damn, the big man was so sexy.

“Uh, where do you want this, Skylar?” he asked.

I went to him, trailing a finger down his arms. “What I want is for you to call me Sky, and I’ll call you King. We’re friends now, right?”

Pink bloomed on his cheeks, and he shuffled his feet. “Uh. No one really calls me that.”

“Mm, it can be my special name for you.” I winked and crooked my finger. “Follow me. I know exactly where you can set that.” With a swish of my hips, I led him into my bedroom and stopped next to the bed. I’d put the sheets on already for this reason, the opportunity to get King into my bed. “You can set it there.”

He crossed to the corner of the room, gingerly setting the box down, and turned back toward me, rubbing the back of his neck and shifting awkwardly on his large feet. I wanted—no, I needed—to know if the rumors were true. If his feet were any indication of the size of his dick…my mouth salivated, hungry for a chance to suck him down.

I crooked my finger again, drawing him toward me. He came hesitantly, stumbling a little as he rounded the corner of the bed, ending up nice and close, right where I wanted him.

“Sorry, sorry,” he mumbled, attempting to back up.

Reaching out lightning quick, I grabbed the front of his shirt, pausing his retreat. “Don’t go. I haven’t properly thanked you for helping today.”

His gaze fell to my hands. “I don’t mind. You—”

“Can I kiss you, King? Please. Just a little one.”

His previously pink cheeks flamed red, and his arms flopped at his sides. “You don’t have…I mean, if you want…uh, maybe—”

Standing up on tiptoes, I yanked him down and pressed my lips to his. King froze, and for a second, I worried I’d misstepped and moved too fast. I knew the big bumbling man desired me. I’d seen it in his eyes. I also knew he was shy and awkward. I was pretty sure he hadn’t had a lot of sexual experience, but that was okay. I’d had plenty, enough for both of us.

Before I pulled back, our lips warmed, and he returned the pressure of my kiss. I hummed in the back of my throat and swiped my tongue along the seam of his lips, squealing in my head when he opened for me and let me lick into him. The taste of citrus and honey exploded on my taste buds, and then something else, something special, that could only be King’s unique flavor.

I stroked lazily inside the hot heat of his mouth, and his tongue met mine shyly. Gah, he was kissing me back. I’d been dreaming of this moment, and it was better than I’d expected. Not wanting to startle him, I slowly let go of his shirt and reached for his hands, drawing them to rest on my ass. His touch was tentative, but as I continued kissing and licking and nipping at his mouth, his courage grew, and he cupped my butt cheeks more firmly. Then I struck.

Jumping up, I wrapped both my legs around his waist, throwing him off balance and sending us crashing to the bed. He jerked his head back, face even redder if possible. “Oh my gosh. I’m so sorry.”

I giggled and cupped his cheeks between my hands. “I’m not. I finally got you where I want you,” I said as I bumped my hard cock up to rub against his— wow ! Okay, maybe there was something to that myth. The hard length inside his pants was…wow!

His pupils dilated when he felt the evidence of my own desire, and I quickly rolled him. It was kind of exciting that little ol’ me could move this big beast around so easily. He went to his back, and I straddled his hips, making damn sure he knew how much I wanted him. Wanted this.

“Skylar?”

I heard the questions in my name. What is this? What are we doing? You want me? Yes, yes, I did. “Sky,” I reminded him, then bent down and fused our lips back together.

I made out with him until he relaxed enough that his arms slid tentatively around me of their own accord, then I rocked against him, grinding our hardness together. “Sky,” he gasped.

“Mm,” I whispered against his lips before sitting back on him and whipping my shirt over my head, tossing it carelessly at the stack of boxes by my closet. King’s gaze devoured me, drinking me in. I felt so powerful with him watching me, and I wanted him out of his head. Rubbing my hands over my chest, I tweaked my nipples and continued rubbing our clothed dicks together. How I wished we were naked. Then we were.

Somewhere in my brain, I thought this must be a dream, but I didn’t care. I didn’t want to wake up from this. I wanted it to be real.

Lifting up on my knees, I glanced down and gasped at the monster pointing up at me, straining toward me. “Damn, King. God blessed you most abundantly.”

“The goddess,” he said.

“What?”

His gaze slid to the side as he mumbled, “The goddess blessed me.”

I threw my head back and laughed, then gripped his big, beautiful cock in my hand. “Yes, she did.” Stroking my hand up and down, I spread my fingers, drinking in the sight of the thick vein and purple head. The large balls beneath were swollen and screaming for my tongue.

“I…I don’t really know what to do,” King admittedly bashfully.

Why was that the most erotic thing I’d ever heard? Why did that turn me on even more? I could admit that I was a bit of a bossy bottom, but I generally went for domineering men. Ones who would toss me around and dick me down good. King had the strength for that but lacked experience and confidence, and it was like an aphrodisiac. My dick got impossibly harder.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you,” I promised. Adjusting on top of him, I lined us up and wrapped as much of my small hand as I could around our cocks and began to stroke.

King’s hips lifted reflexively as he grunted, and I preened inside. I was doing this. Getting the gentle giant to lose himself to passion and fall apart. My eyes popped open as I felt fingers on my nipples.

“Is this okay?” His gaze went to the side again, self-consciousness in his tone. “You seemed to like it when you touched them before.”

“I love it,” I promised huskily. “You can do it harder.”

And he did. As I pumped us up and down, King twisted my nipples harder as he grew more confident, and I threw my head back…

The sounds of nature greeted me as my senses came back online. Fuck . My dick throbbed between my legs, ready for release. I pummeled my mattress with my balled fists. Why did I have to wake up now? I’d been so close to getting dream-King off, to seeing him spill that luscious cream.

Resigned to the fact the real world had pulled me back from sexy times, I reached down and gripped my cock tightly, moaning. Damn, I ached, needing to come, wanting King’s touch, wanting his attention. It took an embarrassingly short time before I came like a geyser and lay panting with cum pooling on my belly. I should probably feel guilty for taking the big man in my sleep, but I couldn’t.

A bird call outside pulled me back to reality. I couldn’t remember a time in my life when I’d ever been able to hear birds chirping over the hustle and bustle of traffic or people. A year ago, I’d been in the city, sure that I was living my best life. I had my dream job as an interior designer, my best friend, Chance, was also my roommate, and there were men to meet and fall in love with. Okay, I generally only fell into bed with them, but still, there was a plethora to choose from.