Page 33 of Making the King

She nods, even as her face contorts into pleasured pain.

“I can’t… I don’t…” She cries in frustration, and I release my dick, shifting closer.

“Let me help you. Let me take over and make you feel the best you’ve ever fucking felt.”

“B-but how?” she asks, glaring at my cock like it offends her all of a sudden.

“Let me show you how a simple kiss can give you what you need.”

“A kiss? I don’t understand. You want to kiss me?” she asks, her fingers still pressing into her swollen clit.

“Yes, Cara. I want to kiss you here.” I reach forward and only when I know she isn’t going to flinch away do I close the distance and press the tip of my finger to her lips, which part as she releases a breath. “And I want to kiss you here.” I slowly graze my finger down her neck, trailing over her top to circle the tip of her fabric covered breast.

The action causes her chest to push forward into my touch, and a whimper escapes her, but I keep going.

“And I want to kiss all the way down here.” I graze my finger over her abs to her bare flesh just above her mound. “And then, when I kiss you here,” I ease my finger under hers and press it to her clit, “I won’t stop until you come on my face.”

A whimper mixed with a growl escapes her, and before I know what’s happening, she’s pressing her lips to mine.

I fist my hands in her hair, taking control, forcing her to slow down, and she follows quickly, allowing me to nibble on her lips, and slip my tongue into her mouth, until she’s moaning.

She’s writhing against me, and I know I can make her come now, so I don’t waste any more time, peeling her top off, and unclasping her bra as we kiss, and when it falls free, I begin my journey down.

My lips brush over raised skin between her breasts, and without trying to make it obvious my eyes travel over her skin there to find scars. Burn scars, like from a cigarette or something.

Fuck, I want to kill someone. I want to find out who would do such a thing.

Did she have these when I married her or did she come by them in prison?

Something to find out a different time. I need to focus on her. On pleasuring her, so I turn my attention to her dark nipples.

They are pebbled into hard peaks, large and fucking succulent. My cock jerks as I lave at her nipples. First one and then the other, and I fucking love how responsive she is, moaning for me, her fingers delving into my hair.

Continuing down, I leave her nipples to head to paradise, shifting back on the bed so I can get in a good position to start my meal.

“Lay back a bit.” I order, glancing up at Cara to see her gray eyes filled with lust and want as she watches on. “I’m going to kiss you here now, beautiful. And I want you to just let yourself feel everything. Just let yourself go. Let your body take you where it wants to go.”

She nods eagerly, and I shoot her a grin and a wink before turning my sights on the dark lips of her cunt.

The first lick causes her to jolt, so I grip her hips, keeping my eyes locked with hers as I give it another lick.

She moans and relaxes a little more, so I proceed with what I said I’d do, and I make her feel good with my kiss.

I kiss the folds of her cunt like it’s her sweet mouth, and fuck it tastes just as good, if not better. As I flatten my tongue up her center and over her nub, she starts writhing under my hold accepting the building pleasure.

I could insert a finger, but it’s not needed and since she’s still sore, I want to avoid causing her more pain. I can feel how close she is, I can taste the slickness oozing from her entrance as she lets go and accepts what her body needs.

Her cries come rushing out as her body tenses, and I fucking love how loud she is, probably unaware of it herself.

Flicking my tongue faster, I grip her hips tight, and she explodes against my lips in a pulsating convulsion, and my balls tighten before I shoot cum all over the sheet underneath me.

“Fuck me.” I pant as I draw back once she melts into a boneless heap on the bed. “That was fucking transcending.”

A lazy smirk tugs at her lips as her lids flutter open and our gazes lock.

“You’re telling me. When can we do it again?”

Cara

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