Page 44 of King

I disregard the twinge of jealousy in my chest over mention of his past girlfriend but I can’t help my curiosity. “Were you brokenhearted when it didn’t work out?”

“Yes,” he replies simply. “You can’t be with someone that long and not have it hurt when it ends.”

I nod in understanding, marveling at how vastly different his experience is with relationships faltering. I don’t know much about Emily, and maybe I don’t really want to know, that little tidbit about them being adventurous in bed being more than enough. But it seems they made a mature, mutual decision and he came out better, stronger on the other side. My onerelationship was hard, cruel at times, and left behind a trail of bitter tears.

King presses his lips against mine—a gentle, tender kiss that leaves me breathless and wanting more. As his lips part, I eagerly welcome his tongue into my mouth, savoring the taste of him as our passions build anew.

I have a million questions about his past because he fascinates me. He scares me, because despite him being only twenty-five, I feel like I’m the one who can learn from him.

Those will have to wait because already he reignites a fire within me.

I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer, feeling the muscles in his back tense and relax with each movement. His hands find their way to my breasts, gently cupping and kneading them, sending shivers down my spine.

Our kiss deepens, becoming more fervent, more passionate. My nipples harden under his touch, and I can feel the heat of his body against mine. Our tongues dance and twine together, exploring every hidden depth.

As we kiss, I become acutely aware of the wetness between my legs, a reminder of the pleasure King has just given me. His fingers play there, gently caressing, circling my oversensitized clit, and then dipping inside. My hips buck and a need swells within me that requires more than what he’s doing.

“More,” I whisper against his mouth.

“What do you want?” he murmurs, playfully nipping at my lip.

I decide to be bold, not leaving anything open to interpretation. “I want you to fuck me and I’m guessing it’s going to be in a way I’ve not experienced before.”

King chuckles, his lips grazing along my neck as he settles over my body. “I can handle that.”

Rolling to the side, he rummages in the nightstand drawer, coming back with a condom in hand. I wonder if he just bought those thinking they might be used or if they’ve been in there for a while. None of it matters as I watch him roll it onto his thick length before covering me again. I part my legs, inviting him in, and he doesn’t hesitate. He moves between my thighs, positioning himself at my entrance.

I feel the heat of his body against mine, his hardness pressing against me. I gasp as he slowly enters me, his size filling me completely. His hips begin to move, thrusting in and out in a slow, steady rhythm.

The sensation of his cock inside me is overwhelming, both pleasurable and emotionally overwhelming because in a very short time, I realize I’ve come to care for this man. My eyes nearly roll back in my head as each stroke sends jolts of pleasure through my body.

As he continues to fuck me, I reach up and grab onto his arms, pulling him closer with each thrust. My nails dig into his skin, leaving small marks that I’ll apologize for later, but right now I’m too busy moaning with pleasure.

King’s eyes never leave mine as he continues to move inside me, savoring every sound that escapes my lips. His breaths become more ragged, matching the pace of my own heartbeat.

“Willa,” he groans as his hips thrust faster. “You feel way too fucking good. I’m going to come fast.”

“I want you to let go,” I whisper breathlessly, my arms wrapping around his neck for support. He plunges into me with a familiar rhythm, long strokes that hit a spot deep within me, as my orgasm builds again. I can’t help but think about how quickly this escalated between us and yet nothing has ever felt quite this right.

“With me, baby?” King mutters against my ear before nipping at my lobe. The mix of pleasure and pain only intensifies my desire for him.

I cry out from the sensation and urge him on, “With you. But go harder.”

“Goddamn it,” he curses almost playfully, as if I’ve asked for too much, but he still gives it to me without hesitation. The headboard slams against the wall causing me to giggle and King to grin down at me.

Then I’m hit with that moment of pure ecstasy that rises, reaches its highest peak before exploding throughout my body. I gasp and cling onto King tightly as my internal muscles contract around him.

“I’m coming,” I pant.

He feels it too, letting out another curse before driving into me one last time with all his might. “Fuck,” he growls as his body tenses and shudders with his own release. I hold on to him tight, my hands caressing his back as he continues to rock against me.

“God, Willa… you almost killed me,” he says between breaths. I feel the telltale throbbing of his cock and I squeeze my muscles tight around him, causing him to groan again.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he murmurs before kissing me hungrily. When we break apart, he glances over at the clock. “I should be embarrassed that I lasted less than five minutes.”

“And yet the end results were cataclysmically perfect,” I say with a smirk.

“Let me catch my breath. I’ve got way more than five minutes in me.”

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