Page 39 of King of Sinners

As much as I’m in a rush, I slow long enough to watch her face as screams my name, the orgasm ripping through her.

It’s the last shred of my control and I rear up, my cock in my hand, and with a few good pumps, I’m squirting cum all over her belly.

I squeeze my eyes shut a couple times because they’re blurring and I want to see this crystal clear.

The sight of my cum on her body is like laying claim and it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or done.

Until she runs her finger through it, spreading a line of it into her skin and then she brings her fingertip to her lips.

Tongue out, she licks the tip of her finger before she sucks it clean.

My cock is rock hard again in a second. It’s like I never even came. But her eyes are fluttering closed now, her arm settling above her head.

I know I’m going to need her again soon. But it can wait. For now, my girl needs some rest, and her care comes before anything else. “Where’s your ring, sweetheart?”

Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine. The soft grey depths hold me captive for a moment. “Jewelry holder. Bathroom.”

“A place for everything,” I say, pushing off the side of the bed and entering the bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth, I wet it with warm water before I pluck the diamond from the velvet folds of the holder.

Heading back out to the bedroom, she’s already asleep exactly where I left her. A satisfied smile curls my lips. I wore her out.

I slip the ring on her finger, her eyes fluttering open once again.

I told her that the engagement was part of the protection plan, and it is. But I like seeing the ring on her finger. It’s another claim that isn’t just for me. Any man will see it and know…

I take the cloth, and gently clean her up. “I’ve got a big soaking tub,” I say as I cast the cloth aside. “Tomorrow, you are taking a bath.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs as she curls onto her side.

I slip into the bed, pulling the covers up over us both, nestling her back against my front.

Her skin slides against mine like silk and lace as I wrap my arm around her. She’s already fallen back to sleep and I kiss the top of her head, closing my eyes too. I don’t think I’m going to sleep, not after everything that’s happened tonight, but she’s warm and soft. Settling her even closer, I slip off to sleep within seconds.

I don’t wake until the sun is rising, unusual for me, but when I do, Charlotte is still nestled against my body, her scent wrapped about me.

I bend down a bit, kissing her head, the scratches on my shoulders pulling as she stirs against me. “Good morning,” she murmurs in this sultry sleepy voice.

“Good morning,” I answer a small smile tugging at my lips. I don’t do sleepovers. Then again, I’ve never let a woman move in, either.

Charlotte is a lot of firsts for me too.

I skim my fingers down her arm and then under the covers, tracing the narrow curve of her waist and the flare of her hips.

She feels so good, I’m hard enough to cut glass before I’m even sinking my fingers into her slick folds.

She moans, her legs parting for me, and I let out a satisfied growl as I start massaging my fingers through her pussy.

She gives the slightest wince, and I ease back, knowing she’s sore. But if the goal was to dump enough cum to think straight before my meeting this morning, I’m not even close.

If anything, the buzzing in my brain has only intensified. I want to touch her, explore her, mark her with my cum.

I keep my touch light and easy, slowly working her back to the point where she’s not wincing but panting.

This time, I want more than a jerk though, so kneeling next to her, I toss the covers back, and roll her onto her back and, parting her legs, bury my face between her thighs.

She tastes so fucking good. Not something you tell a woman, but she’s going to have trouble keeping my mouth from her pussy. I could eat her all day.

I run my tongue from tip to tip, cum already boiling in my balls thinking of being inside that sweet pussy.

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