“You’re a client…” I whimper in disbelief that I’m once again being helplessly swept under King’s lust tide. I drop my head back against the seat cushion as he takes control of my left leg, pulling it forward as the fingers hooked in the elastic of my pants and tug.
“You keep saying that, but I can be a client and something else. I don’t like labels. I’m just going to touch you, baby. You’ll answer my question with my fingers.”
I feel like I’m suffocating in the thick tension. He’s so…entitled. But with him, it’s sexy, not creepy. I feel safe in a way I can’t remember feeling before.
Exposed, but secure.
The look he gives me is shameless as he pulls my pants and my clinging underwear down. The fabric peeling from my damp flesh, goosebumps prickling everywhere as the cool air from the vent in the dash blows over my bare flesh.
He takes a deep breath and holds it as I press my knees tight.
“My answer is between your legs, baby.” Danger dances in his blue eyes. “Spread your legs.”
Good Lord, what is happening to me? Without protest, my knees inch apart as his gaze roves over me, leaving heat wherever it touches.
My thighs tremble, the primal parts of me responding to this primitive, chaotic monster of a man. I want this. I want him to take control, pin me down and satisfy me with a rough claiming that will leave no doubt I belong to him now.
I don’t want to be in charge. I want to know what it’s like to let go. Really let go.
“You’re going to destroy me,” I whisper as his hands spread me wide for his eyes to devour.
“You’ve already done that to me, baby,” he rasps, dragging the knuckles of one hand up the damp flesh of my inner thigh. “When you creamed for me, calling my name, I was done for.”
My heart is beating as fast as hummingbird wings as sweat breaks out on my forehead.
He smiles, his fingers meeting the soft curls on my outer lips.
“God, I love that you’re all natural for me.” Satisfaction softens his eyes as his fingers brush back and forth on my pubic hair, making me hiss and grab onto the tense muscle of his forearms. Scorching, forbidden heat reaches up and grabs me by the throat as he eases the backs of two fingers between my folds.
His touch is excruciatingly slow, as his handsome features tense, the column of his neck lengthening along with the column of hard flesh under his sweats.
“Oh, God,” I stutter, my fingers digging hard into his flesh as I press my head back into the door.
“King, baby, not God.” He angles his hip between my spread legs, his long torso coming forward as his mouth crushes against mine. His fingers ease into my opening, prodding, pushing, until I feel them inside me as his tongue lashes with mine.
A deep moan rumbles out of him and into our kiss as his fingers slide inside me, my body welcoming the intrusion with wet heat and soft moans.
He explores there for a thrust, two, three, then glides upward, our mouths moving against each other in warm urgent breaths until he finds that demanding nub.
“So tight.” He growls. “Anyone ever touched you like this before, firecracker?”
I shake my head, and I swear his chest fills with victory. Dating was not on my agenda when I was younger. Taking care of my brother and getting my degrees left little time or energy for the wild west of sex and relationships.
“I’m going to be the only one. First and last, baby. I’ll take good care of this little kitty.” He pulls back, leaving me breathless, mouth open, his jaw flexing as he grinds his knuckles on my clit. “You want that, don’t you? For this cherry to be mine to take.” His voice seeps down into the marrow of my bones and my voice is gone.
My brain is mush.
“Your pussy is giving me a resounding yes.” He focuses his stare between my legs. “That’s the most beautiful shade of pink in the world.”
His words light a fire inside me, the aching in my core incessantly demanding its needs be fulfilled.
“Mine now,” he rumbles without looking up. “Your pussy pleases me. Just like you will in so many ways, doc.”
My eyes roll back as he circles that sensitive spot until I see stars. The air feels thin as his face hovers over mine.
“So close. Please…” The inner drive for relief releases my grip on my last thread of control.
“Ah, see, you are pleasing me already. Good girls always say please.”