Page 9 of King of Temptation

I try to marry these two men in my mind, the super confident alpha and the man who asks permission, who delays his needs for mine, and who takes the time to make it good for me. But maybe a guy who is really confident is best able to care for my needs. I can’t think on it now…

When he’s almost all the way inside of me, he hits some spot that doesn’t hurt at all. In fact, “Leo,” I gasp, digging my nails into his neck. “Oh God, that…”

He tightens his hold on me, pressing even deeper and making me vibrate with need. Then he pulls out and pushes back in.

There is no pain this time and the pleasure starts much earlier in the thrust, the way he rubs my insides, making me so full, I can’t even think a coherent thought as I hang onto to his muscled shoulders.

He picks up the pace, thrusting in and out of me moving faster and faster as my body matches his rhythm.

I may not have experience, but I do have a few assets. Namely, my stamina and my athleticism and I use them both now as I tighten my leg around his waist and use the grip on his torso to swing the other one up and around his waist too so that I’m completely off the ground and being supported by his hands and the circle of my legs.

It makes him sink even deeper into me, and I give a long keening moan at how good it feels to be that full.

He’s grunting in my ear, as he nips at my lobe. “You feel so fucking good, Kim.”

“So do you.” My head tilts to the side to give him even more access to my neck. He bottoms out inside me again, the press of his pelvis as he buries himself deep, making my clit throb.

I know this is a one-time deal. I get it. Which is why I try to hold out. I want to feel this for as long as possible.

Because the way he’s pounding me, I never want him to stop. “Leo.” My voice is broken and breathy as I pull at his hair. “I’m trying not to cum, it’s so good, I want it to last, but I can’t…”

“Fuck, princess,” he’s growling in my ear. “Cum all over my cock. Soak me.”

The words break the final band of control that I’d had and screaming his name, I do exactly what he told me to do. I cum like I’ve never cum before, the orgasm so powerful, stars appear behind my lids as my entire body spasms, every muscle joining in.

It’s his cue, and with a roar, he joins me. He hammers in and out of me, pumping me full as he holds me tight.

I feel him slow even as he convulses with his orgasm, but his arms are still locked around me, supporting my weight.

Which is fine by me, I don’t want to leave his arms yet. I didn’t think about this part. The part where we have to disengage and then what…shake hands?

Say some awkward goodbye?

I have this weak moment where I want to ask…can we see each other again? But Leo Kincaid is a king of Vegas and I’m still just a wannabe dancer who grew up on this side of the poverty line.

This was a one-time thing and, if I’ve got one thing, it’s pride. Besides, I’m leaving for New York, hopefully for good and he’ll be in Vegas. There was never a future.

I must stiffen with my thoughts because he eases back. “That was…”

I nip at my lip, my insecurity making my throat tight. “Don’t tell me it was average.”

“It wasn’t.”

“Good,” I whisper, with a shake of my head, my hair falling down my back. We’re up against the wood of the natural siding and I’m going to guess it ruined my designer dress too. I wince as I think about what type of girl lets a man she barely knows do her on the side of a building, ruining her nice clothes and hair. “Because I’ve never experienced anything like it.”

He leans in and captures my lips, giving me a long slow kiss that makes me soften again, makes the worries disappear. Is it weird to thank him for making this less awkward with a bit of tenderness?

Then again, it’s clear that Leo is a man who knows what he’s doing. That’s why I did this with him in the first place.

“After New York, are you coming back to Vegas?”

I nod. “I have a class to finish up, a final to take so I can graduate this summer…” And then who knows. I certainly don’t. But I’ve got my hopes.

“And after that?”

“With any luck, I’ll be moving to New York.”

“New York? That’s far…”

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