Page 109 of Royal Sons MC

Ayesha loved how he held her head with his hands, twisting her head how he wanted it. She loved how he kissed her until she needed air as if knowing how much she could take. He would give it, god he gave it, the diabolical man pulling back with little biting kisses that he’d soothe with his tongue, setting her on fire.

Her shirt came off, followed by her bra. Not in a frenzy, but the need was still there. The yoga pants were slid down, but her thong he paused and looked at it like it shouldn’t be there. A wicked smile lit his face as he tapped her mound, meeting her eyes. “I think you should stop wearing panties altogether.” He didn’t wait for her to agree or not. King made a declaration and was done with the subject.

She tangled her hands in his hair because he hadn’t told her she couldn’t, and she loved the feel of his silky curls beneath her palms. He began kissing a path down her chest, down to her stomach, turning his torso and jerking a chair over. His hands went back to her legs, spreading them wide with a rough push that excited her. “Oh yeah, this pussy is all mine.” He traced his fingers up and down, gathering up some of her wetness to show her. “See this.” He paused, waiting.

Ayesha nodded. “Yours.” She didn’t mind telling him that.

“Fucking-A right it is.” He pushed two fingers into her pussy, closed his mouth over her clit, and sucked hard.

A cry was wrenched from her, pleasure so intense she thought she’d come right then and there. Her hands in his hair pulled tighter, making him growl. King licked and sucked, his fingers pumping in and out of her, building the sweet pressure to the point she was sure he’d push her over any second. Her entire world zeroed down to the two of them. Him making love to her with his mouth, his two fingers fucking her, the sounds of her excitement the only thing filling the room. “God, King, so close. Yes, please,” she wailed.

He lifted his face away from her, his lips and chin covered in her juices. The action pulled her away from the edge of orgasm. Her legs shook as her muscles protested. Her entire body begged for release that was just out of reach. “Dammit, why?” she cried.

“Didn’t I say I owned your orgasms?” He stood up, kicking the chair backward.

She nodded, fighting not to cry. “You come when and where I say, and I want to feel you coming around my cock.”

Ayesha nearly sagged in relief. He pulled out a condom from his wallet, undid his belt and jeans, and had that monster cock out in seconds.

“Put it on me.” He held the condom out toward her.

Her hands were steady as she ripped the foil packet open and rolled the latex over his dick. He pressed the head against her, sliding up and down a few times like he always did, coating himself in her fluids. He was a big, tough, dominant man who always ensured she was prepared for him. She moved her hips forward, wanting him to enter her as he swiped the tip of his cock past her entrance again. King slapped her hip. “I’m in charge of when. If you keep it up, I’ll make you suck me off and not give you release at all.”

She whimpered, knowing he would follow through on the threat. He took his time, sliding in one slow inch at a time. The sweet pain of his thickness filled her even though she was slick and eager. Fuck, she loved the slight burn of having him inside her until her body adjusted to his.

When he was balls deep, he tugged her forward on the counter, rocking his hips back and forth, slowly at first. He only went out halfway at first, plunging back inside in a swift push. After a few gentle thrusts, he sped up, sending a tidal wave of pleasure rocketing through her. “Look at your cream coating my dick. I want to fuck you bare, nothing between us.”

He pulled her closer to the edge, his pelvis hitting her clit with each thrust. His breathing became faster, matching her tortured pants. His fingers dug into her hips, adding a bite of pain that was another layer extending their pleasure. She tossed her head back, spiraling close to the edge, but wouldn’t go without his permission. “Please, King.” Her eyes met his, knowledge rocketing through her. He was waiting for her to ask.

He nodded, pulling her in harder, faster, his hips pumping quicker and fiercer, in tandem with her. Then he sucked her nipple into his mouth, tossing her over the edge. An almost silent scream had her arching her back in ecstasy, her pussy spasming around his dick. His shout of pleasure was followed by him groaning her name. It was exactly what she needed to hear. It had her body contracting again around him. “Jesus fuck, woman, you’re gonna strangle my cock.” His big body shuddered.

She wrapped her arms around him. His sweat-dampened shoulders made it hard for her to get a good grip, but she didn’t care. She locked her legs around his waist, holding him to her. They stayed like that, both shuddering, sweating in the aftermath of their combined, explosive orgasms. “I don’t think you should say Jesus fuck, King.” Ayesha brushed a kiss along his shoulder, tasting his salty skin.

King pulled away after what felt like forever. The drag of his semi-hard cock made her shiver. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Not in the slightest.”

He took care of the condom, tying it off and tossing it in the garbage. “I meant what I said about not wanting anything between us. I’ve not had a woman without a condom since I was thirteen. I’ve been checked regularly. My last checkup was two months ago.”

She was still trying to process the fact he’d had sex at thirteen when she realized he was waiting for her response. “I’m on the shot. Um...the only other person I’ve slept with besides you was my late husband, and we always used a condom. I’m clean.Thirteen,” she blurted.

King chuckled, lifted her off the counter, tossing her over his shoulder, slapping her ass. “Is that what’s got you stuck?” He swatted her again.

“I mean, yeah. Thirteen is young. How old was the girl? Nope, never mind, I don’t want to know.” Ayesha squealed, and then there wasn’t any more talking for a long time.

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