Page 8 of King of Temptation

He flattens his tongue along my thong, licking up the cloth covering my seam.

My knees buckle as I let out a gasping sob. “So good.”

He chuckles with his mouth still pressed to my sex so that I actually feel the vibration of his laugh moving through me.

It only makes me hotter.

“Don’t you cum yet,” Leo growls into my sex. “I want my full five.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and open them, attempting to clear the haze of lust. I’m trying to think, trying to calm myself down. “I’ll give you more than that if you just make me…” My head thrashes back and forth as I arch my hips closer to him.

He looks up at me again, his eyes so dark and intense they steal my breath. “You want to cum, gorgeous?”

“Yes,” comes my keening cry as I bury my fingers in his hair. I try to pull him closer, but he resists, still looking up at me.

“Ask nicely.”

I blink down at him, desperate for what he can give me. “W-what?”

“Say please, sweetheart, and I’ll give you whatever you want…”

There is no room to be self-conscious here. “Please, Leo. Please. I need it.” I tighten my fingers in the silky strands, my nails digging into his scalp, even as he lifts one of my knees and settles it in on his massive shoulder.

Then he slides his index finger into my panties, brushing the lips in a way that makes me moan and buck.

But he doesn’t keep rubbing me, though. Instead, he yanks the thong to the side and flattens his tongue on my clit.

I’m cumming before he’s even completed a single lick, my body wound so tight that a massive shudder rocks me as I do exactly what he’d said I do, I scream his name.

But the orgasm has hardly begun before he’s surging up my body.

I let out a cry of protest, wanting to ride that wave longer. No orgasm has ever felt like that one and I’m desperate to eke out every last ounce of pleasure.

“One second, gorgeous, and I’m going to make you feel even better. Promise.” He yanks at his own trousers, ripping them open and shoving then down his hips.

I watch transfixed. Even with his shirt still on and partially covering his dick, my mouth falls open. “Holy shit.” I never swear. But I can’t hold it in. He’s so big, I’m staring at his erection with my eyes about to fall out of my head.

He’s hooking my knee again, closing the distance between us as he places my leg around his waist. “Never seen a big dick before?”

“No,” I answer honestly. “I haven’t.”

My words make him pause, the mushroom head pressed to my vagina. I’ve got to be honest, it feels good. So good.

He’s got one arm around my back and the other hand cradles my skull, his fingers splaying up into my hair. My updo has got to be in tatters, half undone, but I can’t bring myself to care. “You’re good to do this?” he asks, not moving for a moment as he stares down at me, holding my gaze.

Am I good to feel even better? “I’m good.”

It’s all he needs to start pushing inside me. He feels so good but also…I wince a little and stiffen.

“Jesus, Kim, you’re tight.”

“Yeah. I…”

“You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“No,” I shake my head. “But I don’t have much experience. I…” I don’t want to talk about anyone but him. It feels wrong. So instead, I try to relax. “I know this whole night, us, has been super fast. But I just need a little slow for a minute.”

He cradles me even closer as he stills his hips again, pushing into me in small increments that allow me to adjust.

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