Page 137 of Kingmakers, Year One

Her legs open up like a flower, knees pointing out, because Anna is flexible. I love the way it opens up her pussy to me. I can just see the pale pink folds inside, the tiny nub of her clit exposed at the top, and then her opening which doesn’t look open at all. It looks like it wouldn’t even accommodate my pinky finger, which gives me a twinge of concern as to how we are actually going to fit together.

For now, I do what I know I can do. I lick her pussy softly and carefully, running my tongue all the way up her slit at what I hope is the right speed. I’m licking her like you’d lick ice cream—tasting her carefully, trying to reach every last bit of her.

Anna responds at once, moaning and writhing her hips on the sheets. She isn’t pulling away from me, but rather pressing her clit against the flat of my tongue. I assume she likes that.

Instantly I get that competitive fire, that desire to perfect my technique. I want to test to see what’s most effective. So I start using different strokes with my tongue, different levels of pressure, carefully analyzing the sounds she makes and the way she moves, being sure to only continue what elicits the softest moans and gasps of pleasure, and not to do anything that seems too intense or uncomfortable.

Soon Anna’s breath becomes a steady pant like she’s running. She’s whimpering, and I can tell she’s ramping up. Gently, I slip one finger inside of her. I’m shocked how firm her flesh is inside, how tensely she grips around my finger, like a hand grasping me.

I can’t believe how close I am to putting my cock in there. I’m desperate to do it, and yet I don’t want to rush because I want all of this to last forever.

I definitely want to make Anna come before I even put my cock inside her. If I can’t control myself, if I blow instantly, I want to make sure she got off first.

Based off how tightly she’s squeezing my finger, I have no confidence in my ability to hold back my orgasm.

I’ve found the right rhythm, gently sliding my finger in and out of her while I lick her at the same tempo. As she pants harder and harder, she seizes me by the hair and holds my head right in place while she grinds her pussy against my tongue, wordlessly telling me to hold my face still while she applies exactly the pressure she needs.

I’m obsessed with the way she smells. I’ve heard men criticize women’s scent—they must be out of their fucking minds. I’m breathing in her scent purposefully, and it’s as rich and sweet as her sleep-heavy neck. Like the pheromones of skin, but at a much wider and deeper amplitude. It’s a natural scent, like summer grass in the sunshine.

I’m ferociously eating her pussy, unable to get enough of it.

Anna starts to come, which makes me more excited than I’ve ever been in my life. Her orgasm is more intensely arousing to me than anything I’ve experienced myself.

As she shakes and shudders, falling back against the bed, I rise up on my knees, towering over her, looking down on her. I want to see the whole length of her gorgeous nude body.

Of all the parts of her I’ve seen or imagined, I never could have imagined the perfection of her completely naked form. If it were made into a painting, it would be the most famous art in the world.

I take my cock in my hand. It fills the whole of my hand, throbbing and heavy. Kneeling between Anna’s legs, I leanforward and rub the heavy, burning head of my cock against her still-sensitive clit. Anna moans and squirms, barely able to stand it. It feels incredible to have the most sensitive part of me rubbing against the most sensitive part of her.

As I rub her with my cock, I use my free hand to massage her breasts and pull on her nipples. Her nipples look so sexy that I lean over and take one in my mouth, amazed at how soft that skin is too. Every part of her is softer than anything I imagined.

I nuzzle my nose against her neck, kissing her soft throat, inhaling her scent.

“I want to be inside of you,” I tell her.

“Yes,” Anna gasps.

I position myself on top of her, leaning on my elbows, and I shift my hips so that the head of my cock presses against her pussy. I expect her to have loosened up a little now, from my finger and her extreme wetness and the fact that she had an orgasm.

But as my cock presses up against her opening, nothing has changed. It barely feels like there’s any hole at all, and I’m not quite sure what to do.

Anna is urging me on, holding her legs spread wide, grinding her hips against me to try to help me get inside.

“It won’t fit,” I say, slightly embarrassed. “Do you want me to push harder?”

“Yes!” she pants.

I shove and thrust, with a guilty sense that this must be hurting her. It’s working, though—I feel intense heat and warmth as the head of my cock slides inside of her, millimeter by millimeter.

That sensation does something to me. It’s far beyond simple arousal—it unleashes a monster inside of me. A beast that is single-minded in its lust.

There’s no stopping now, no holding back. I’m actually enjoying the feeling of her pussy tearing around my cock. The warmth and wetness increase, and I don’t care if it’s blood or lubrication.

I bite the side of her neck and the monster inside of me growls, “I’m going to dig a hole in you with my cock. I’m going to sculpt that perfectly tight pussy to fit me alone, and I’m going to tear a path to make it fit.”

With that, I give one last thrust all the way inside of her so I’m buried up to the hilt, and Anna gives out a cry more like a scream that would certainly wake Dr. Cross if he weren’t halfway to the grave.

I slow down just a little—partly to give Anna a breath, but mostly because I want to savor this exquisite sensation: my cock gripped tight inside of her from the very tip of the head all the way down to the base.

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