Page 19 of Tempting the King

I’m out of control, which is when I’m at my best. My senses are raw, every breath like fire and ice ripping through my lungs.

Her hips lift from the mattress as pink crests on her cheeks. The way she pinches her bottom lip between her teeth tells me about all the conflict going on inside that beautiful head of hers.

“You like to be in control, little firecracker. But I’m the man who is going to show you that giving it up is what you need. I’m going to show you just what that means.”

I lower my face into the waves of her copper hair, taking her Sweet Tart scent until my mouth connects to her neck and her body twists.

“I have to be in control.” She hiccups as I rasp my teeth up on the soft, creamy flesh below her ear.

“You think being in control keeps you safe, right?” I growl, moving my mouth to the hollow of her neck, listening to her urgent, desperate breaths as heat crashes over me in waves.

I don’t know what this woman has done to me, but having her on her back underneath me? I’d throw away the rest of the world to hear my name as I pump inside her.

An overwhelming temptation to tug those teasing stretch pants off her and feed every inch I possess to her pretty pussy beats on a drum in my chest. I imagine her legs on my shoulders as I bend her lush body in half and fuck her until I’m so deep inside, she will never get me out.

I draw my mouth from her neck, taking in every speckle in those magnetic green eyes as she answers. “Yes, control and order. It keeps my world steady.”

“Are you feeling steady right now?” I release her wrists, sweeping one hand through the silky curls of her hair until I grip the back of her neck, my other pushing under her to the small of her back, watching her eyes widen and the rasping movements between us turn manic.

Her hips follow mine, dry fucking in a rhythm that has me ready to nut. But years of training keep me in check, her pleasure my only goal right now.

She thrashes her head back and forth. “No. This is wrong, I—”

“You’ve put yourself in the position to be taken advantage of, by men that have no interest in your well-being, Emee Bristol. That stops today.”

I kiss away her protest, pressing my lips to hers, roughly and thoroughly claiming what’s mine. Her body shudders as we rub and grind in jerky, needy movements, the sweet, minty flavor of our kiss and the look in her eyes enough to send me over the edge.

Heat explodes in my center, taking over my torso, my neck, my head, in flames of possessive fire. I drag my mouth from hers, dancing my lips over her cheek, kissing her nose, her forehead. I move from the curve of her back and slip my hand under the hem of her t-shirt until I feel the lush weight of her tit, fighting under the elastic of her bra until I get a sweet, solid handful, and squeeze.

“Ask me anything,” I huff as I rock against her, the mattress making soft squeaking sounds as we move faster, faster. “Right now, what do you really want to know? What do you think you could know about me that would help me?”

I nip at her ear, while my fingers explore the taut flesh of her nipple.

“What—how—Oh God…” She arches under me as I press my length against her clit, a helpless moan begging for relief. “I’d want to know what drives you. What’s most important to you?”

I grunt against her ear, digging for a truthful answer. “To take care of everyone that matters to me. To play hockey and win. That’s all I ever wanted. Until last night.” She bucks upward violently, as I deliver the rest of my answer, this time looking into her eyes. “Now, all I want is you. I want to know what you sound like when you come.”

I double down on the pressure from my hard on to her pussy. Grinding faster, faster, looping my hips as her breath hitches, then more, more, more.

“King!” she wails, as I wind my fingers into the back of her hair and tug.

“Yes, I’m King. Your king.”

“My King.” She stutters as her peak takes her over the cliff, heat and wetness transferring through my sweatpants, and I snap my teeth together, refusing my own pleasure.

No. Not even for her. I can’t.

She will come first. Over and over, until I serve my team…my family. Then, oh, my little firecracker, then I will give you my all.

My dick weeps, painfully distended as her body lifts and settles. I move my hand to her exposed throat and squeeze.

“Give it all to me. All that sweetness. Lose control for me, baby. When you’re with me, I take care of everything.”

Her orgasm redoubles with another convulsion as I buck against her heat, her feet wrapping around my ass, tugging me tighter, tighter, as her climax snuffs out the last of her control.

She’s shaking and lust-blind as I brush my lips on hers, sweeping my tongue into the seam of her mouth before easing my hard-on back as her legs fall limp onto the bed.

I’m in deep.

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