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“I don’t plan on getting out of your anything anytime soon.”

I bite my lip.

King leans up far enough to nab the condom and bites it between his teeth to tear it open. After pressing his lips to mine one last time, he straightens, and in a whoosh, his shorts are gone.

Oh my.

The hint of Kingston Jennings did not disappoint. He’s all that…

And more.

His cock stands at attention—long, strong, thick. All for me.

I lick my lips as I watch him slide the condom down his length, and I’m shocked at the thought that zips through my mind.

I wish I were on the pill. I know I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a couple of years.

But seeing him stand over me like this, I wish I could feel him.

Just him and me with nothing between us.

“Hey,” he calls for me. When I look up, he’s frowning. “You okay?”

I nod but don’t dare utter my ridiculous thoughts aloud and instead nudge his muscled thigh with my toe. “I’m more than okay.”

He takes a step closer to the bed and grabs my legs, giving me a good yank to the edge.

Until now, it’s been slow and all about me. But when he parts my legs, it’s like he can’t wait another second, and I’m here for it. Looking down at our connection, he positions himself.

And in one firm, hard thrust, he stretches me to him.

I moan at the sensation. His hands reach under me to squeeze the globes of my bottom as he pulls out and thrusts two more times, but then he stops. He plants himself deep and stays there.

His expression is part tortured and part erotic. His hair is mussed, and his stare is heavy. “I want to feel every bit of you. Inside and out. Now you can come.”

If his blue eyes could bore into me, I’d be marked for life.

His fingers return to my clit, and he’s not edging me any longer.

It’s more. Better than it was when he was teasing me. Keeping me on the edge in a fury of sexual tension.

Because of that tension, it happens faster than before. Faster and better.

Better with King inside me.

My moans and groans get louder, sounds that have never filled this room before. My head lolls back, and I see nothing but stars when I come.

“Fuck,” he grits and starts to move as I come. “So good. I feel you everywhere.”

He’s right. With King inside me, this is unlike anything I’ve experienced before. He moves.

Like really moves.

And King moving inside me with what he’s doing to my clit produces an orgasm unlike I’ve ever had.

It’s not quick. It’s drawn out and deep and new.

King is hammering into me so hard, my bed rocks, but I don’t care because a new feeling comes over me. This one from within. “Don’t stop.”

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