Page 80 of Lace 'em Up

“Yes?”

Teeth working her bottom lip.

Then a nod, her cheeks coloring, her body arching beneath mine.

I come down over her. “I need the words, princess.”

“Yes,” she whispers.

And that’s enough to splinter the last of my control.

I bend down and kiss her.

Her lips part immediately and I sweep my tongue inside, tangling it with hers, swallowing her moan. Fucking beautiful. Fucking perfect.

Perfect as I kiss her long enough until my lungs protest.

Perfect as I drag my lips over her skin, as I kiss her breasts, as I push her pajamas down and slip my fingers between her legs.

Perfect as I encounter slick heat, as I push into the tight clasp of her cunt, as she rocks against my hand, her head pressing back into the pillows, neck arched, eyes clamped closed.

Perfect as my name tumbles off her lips, as her pussy clamps around me. And again.

And again.

Perfect as I reach for the nightstand and snag a condom, as I roll it down the length of my cock.

I pause with just the tip of my cock inside her. “Princess,” I say, waiting to move until her eyelids slowly peel open, until her stare locks with mine.

Then she nods again.

And I push home.

For a second, the world stands still.

Heat. Slick.

Perfect.

But then it starts moving again, or I’m moving, or?—

We’re moving together, bodies and mouths and breaths in sync. I give and she takes. Slow and steady and deep.

Until slow and steady and deep isn’t enough.

Until the next moment, my next breath, my next heartbeat hinges on…

Her.

“King!”

Her body convulses around me, pulsing in a hypnotic rhythm that drags me over the edge.

I thrust—once, twice, three times and?—

I’m gone.

Twenty-Four

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