Page 71 of Wicked King

I nod slowly. “It’s the least I could do.”

“No, it’s not.” She sucks her lower lip between her teeth. “Given the arrangement, there was nothing keeping you at my bedside while I recovered. You’re free to do as you will. But you didn’t…”

“Nope.” I tick my head at my cock. “As you can clearly see, I’m a little hard up.”

A rueful chuckle slides past her pinched lips. The faint line between her brow furrows as if she’s contemplating something big. She sucks in a breath and blurts, “I’d like to help you with that.”

I’m sure I’ve heard wrong, but judging by the deep blush on her cheeks, maybe I didn’t. My eyes bug out. “What?”

She doesn’t say a word as her hand wraps around my cock over my boxers.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan. “Jia?—”

“Let’s not look too much into this,” she murmurs, those darting eyes meeting mine. “It’s a thank you and that’s all.”

“Well, cazzo, this is the best damned thank you I’ve ever gotten in my life.”

Her hand strokes my cock over the linen, and my balls tighten, but it’s not enough. I want to feel her skin against mine.

“If you’re going to do it…” My hand closes around hers and tugs it beneath the waistband of my boxers. “Do it right, wifey.”

She shoots me a glare, and her hand slows its glorious strokes. “Don’t call me that.”

“Okay, okay, just don’t stop.” I jerk the boxers down my thighs and lean back against the pillow to watch as her hand glides up and down my thick head. Beads of cum already glisten along the tip, and I’m sure this will be embarrassingly quick. Somehow, my cock knows the difference between my rough hand and the gentle touch of a woman’s. And especially this woman’s.

Cum slickens my shaft, and her hand glides more smoothly, back and forth, and heat surges through my veins. Her free hand slides down to my balls, and a groan tears free. “Mmm, Jia, your hands are amazing.”

The hint of a smile curls her lip. “Don’t get used to it. This is a one-time concession, an award for good behavior.”

“If you do this on the regular, I’ll be a really good boy. I can sit, come, shake… whatever you want, spitfire.”

Her head falls back as a laugh spills out, and Dio, it’s the most beautiful sound.

“I’m embarrassingly close,” I pant and hand her my discarded boxers.

“What am I supposed to do with these?” She throws them back at me. “You hold them.”

Fair enough.

She doubles her efforts, and liquid lightning surges from my spine and runs down to the tips of my toes. Squeezing my eyes closed, I reach for her blindly and my hand closes around her breast. She gasps, but her hands don’t stop. In fact, they move faster.

I toy with her nipple, and she releases a satisfying moan which only gets me more worked up. “Mmm, spitfire, I cannot wait to coax more of those sexy sounds out of you once you’re healed.”

“Good luck,” she whispers and with one final, expert stroke, the orgasm slams into me.

All the air squeezes from my lungs as my balls tighten and ropes of warm cum shoot out. I barely have the wherewithal to reach for my boxers before I get sprayed with my own damned giz.

Once the frenzy subsides, my head falls back against the pillow, and a satisfied smile melts across my face.

Jia kneels triumphantly beside me, one breast nearly exposed.

“Well done.”

“I know.” She smirks and shimmies to the end of the bed.

My hand juts out, fingers wrapping around her arm. “Where do you think you’re going?”

She pauses about halfway across the mattress and cocks her head over her shoulder. “I have a busy day ahead. I’ve abandoned my boutique for long enough, and I’ll have to show my face at the Four Seas headquarters eventually. It’s time they realize their new laodà is back.”

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