Page 57 of The Death King

When she realized what I was about to do, she sucked in a harsh breath between her clenched teeth, as if she expected it to hurt or sting.

My mouth sealed over her sex, and I gave her a hard kiss, a firm suck with my lips.

All the muscles in her body stiffened when she felt that first touch. She sank into the couch as a quiet moan escaped her trembling lips. The breaths that followed were deep and laborious, like she couldn’t get acclimated to the pleasure that tingled throughout her whole body.

I kissed her and circled her nub with my tongue, keeping the pressure light because she’d never felt this before. It wouldn’t take long to build her up to the end, and I wanted her to enjoy it.

In seconds, she was moaning and whimpering, her hips starting to buck against my mouth on their own, just as she’d thrust into my fingers last week. Her hands dragged across her stomach like she didn’t know what else to do as she writhed uncontrollably, receiving so much pleasure but having no idea what to do with it.

I grabbed her hand and positioned it at the back of my head so she could pull me into her how she wanted, so she could fist my short strands as she ground her wet pussy into me.

My mouth was never between a woman’s legs. The only thing I wanted there was my dick so I could fuck and come. But having my face buried in her exquisite pussy felt like a treat. My dick was so hard against the cushions, and I found myself grinding into them as I pictured myself on top of her, our soaking wet bodies coming together.

Her breathing changed, and her moans turned into whimpers. The rate of her thrusts started to increase, and her nails punctured the skin at the back of my neck and nearly made me bleed.

Without trying to make her come, I brought her to the edge.

I pulled my mouth away and rose over her body.

She whimpered in frustration, right at the edge but unable to topple over.

I positioned myself over her, my face just above hers, and after I licked my fingers, I pressed them against her throbbing clit.

She gave a moan louder than all the others, her breaths like pants.

“Look at me.” I rubbed her clit hard with my fingers, lots of pressure in a circular motion.

Her eyes were on mine, and she gripped my arms, her legs still wide apart.

“Here we go.”

Her face was masked in a flush of red, and her eyes glistened with tears that she hadn’t shed. Her sexy little moans had turned to screams as she lay there and felt my hand vigorously rub her most sensitive area, the area no man had ever touched. “Fuck…” Her nails clawed into me as she dragged her hands down, and the explosion that ripped through her pussy made the tears come free.

She screamed in my face as she bucked against my fingertips, writhing and thrusting, her body unable to process the pleasure that had just exploded throughout her entire body. Her eyes closed at the crescendo, and she squeezed more tears free.

“Look at me.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she locked her gaze with mine as she finished.

I would beat my dick hard when I returned to my bedchambers, and this was the image I would come to. I wanted it seared in my memory like a branding iron against my flesh. My fingers were slick from my mouth and her arousal, and I automatically slipped them into my mouth for another taste.

In the midst of her heavy pants, she widened her eyes at my actions even though I’d tasted her for a straight fifteen minutes.

I rose from the couch and felt the stiffness in my muscles, the discomfort I hadn’t noticed in the heat of the moment. My trousers felt several sizes too small when they were forced to contain this fat dick. I needed to snap them loose and let my cock come free. If not, my head would explode.

“Talon.” She sat up behind me, her soaked pussy right against the cushion.

I turned to look at her, eager to leave and be alone.

“Come back…” Her hand moved to the cushion beside her, her cheeks blotchy from the redness that seared her skin, her eyes still glistening like diamonds in the sunlight. She still wore her long-sleeved shirt, but her legs were bare all the way down to her feet.

I studied her, my cock giving a jerk in my pants in excitement. I stepped back toward her, my head dipping farther to keep my eyes on her. My arms would stay restrained at my sides until I knew exactly what she wanted.

Her eyes dropped to my waist, and she gripped my trousers before she pulled them down my hips. They inched farther down until my cock popped free, springing toward the ceiling at full mast.

She stared at it.

I stared at her. I felt the oozing at my tip. Felt the arousal in my shaft that was so strong it was nearly painful. My balls clenched tightly on their own, just the way they did before I came. That was how fucking turned on I was.

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