Page 105 of Royal Sons MC

THEY WERE OUTSIDE HISgreat room, where he had a leather sectional with a chaise lounge on one end. He backed her into the room until the back of her knees bumped into the soft surface. Her arms windmilled as she lost her balance. She should’ve known he knew what he was doing and where he was leading her.

He made a tsking sound as she landed on her back, her tits in a lace bra bounced before settling. “What am I gonna do with you?” he asked.

“I got an idea.” She raised her hands to her breasts.

King stood in front of her legs on either side of hers where she lay half on, half off the couch. “Did I tell you to touch yourself?” He shook his head. “Those are mine to touch, to suck, to fuck, to do whatever I please, Little Dove. Take the bra off. Let me see what’s mine,” he ordered.

The slight tremor in her hands stopped when she gripped the clasp. Her back arched up when she wiggled around, trying to get the bit of lace off. King pressed her back down with one palm in the center of her chest. “Lay still.” His hands went to her jeans, unsnapping them. If he wasn’t concerned about her lack of clothing at his place, he’d have ripped the denim down, uncaring if he ruined them. Instead, he took care by easing the zipper down. “Lift your ass up.”

He had her naked and sprawled out before him like a feast. His mouth watered for a taste, but she would need to learn a lesson first, and that was she wasn’t to push his control or his orders. He ran one finger down her stomach. Her legs were spread, allowing him full access to do as he pleased. “So wet, my Little Dove.” His finger took a slow foray through her wet slit down to her entrance and back up to her clit.

“King,” she moaned.

“Yes?” he asked her, not giving her what she wanted, which was evident as her hips rose when he lifted his finger to his mouth. “So sweet.” He slipped his cut off, laying it on the couch behind her. Next, he undid the belt, his cock straining against the fly, making it hard for him to ease the zipper down without fear of injuring himself. A slick bead of precome met his hand when he finally freed himself, her gaze following his hand as he ran his thumb over the tip like a hot caress made him even harder.

She leaned up, but King shook his head, shoving his jeans the rest of the way down while he dropped to his knees between her thighs. Her body spread out, wet and needy, nipples standing up, begging for attention, begging to be fucked.

He spread her thighs a little further apart, making her whimper, exposing her glistening pink pussy. Goosebumps covered her flesh at his touch. “Cold?” he asked, pressing a kiss to the inside of her right thigh. He did the same to her left, swiping his tongue up and down through her folds, lavishing her with several long, slow licks.

Her hands twisted in his hair, making him stop. “Hands above your head,” he ordered. He loved the way she tasted. Musky and sweet. She whimpered but did as she was told, her breathing breaking as King returned to tasting. This time though, he went for her clit, flicking it with his tongue in fast hard swirls that had her writhing against him until she shattered, calling out his name like a litany.

He steered clear of her pussy, other than to lick around it to gather up the moisture dripping like sweet honey he could get addicted to like a damn bear. Her little body gave a tiny shudder, which had him going back for another thorough lick.

King loved to eat pussy and was proud of the fact he gave good head. He wasn’t a man who didn’t give as good as he got. In his mind, if a man didn’t reciprocate what his woman gave, then the man in question wasn’t a real man, in his opinion. He took great satisfaction knowing he could put that look, that rosy hue, on Ayesha’s face.

He climbed over Ayesha, his lips and teeth giving biting kisses up her stomach as he went. The little muscles in her stomach jumped under his attention, goosebumps forming in his wake. There was nothing about her body he didn’t find fascinating, even the cute little mole on her ribcage. He kissed the creamy swell of first one breast before moving on to the other. He lifted up and met her still half-blissed-out gaze. “Mmm, did I tell you I like the way you taste?” he asked.

Wicked delight entered her stare. “I think you said it before.”

King pressed their foreheads together, eyes locked on hers. “Did I also tell you I was going to fuck your tits and face?”

Her tongue came out and licked over her lips, but her half-stunned look was turning to something he recognized as determination. “Can I touch you?”

He pressed his lips to hers, letting her taste herself on his tongue. He pulled back, nipping at her bottom lip. “Not yet.” He leaned back until he was straddling her chest, his dick he placed between her breasts. “Shit, I really need some lotion to do this right.” He winked, knowing his grin was full of mischief.

“What are you—oh god,” she gasped, her question cut off as he began moving while squeezing her boobs together.

King reached behind her, snagging a pillow to prop her head up. “Open your mouth and lick me,” he ordered her. “Hold your tits together.”

He wanted his hands free so he could hold her head and guide his dick into her mouth. “Fuck...” he muttered, his words trailing off as he watched her lick off a pearly drop, her lips wrapping around the tip.

At first, he was good with her just taking the tip inside, her tongue playing over the flared crown, a sweet tease for them both. But then he needed more, needed her to take him deeper. King pulled back, making her whimper. He tossed the pillow she had under her head onto the floor. “On your knees.” The words were guttural. Yet Ayesha hurried to obey.

He sat back on the warmed leather, spread his legs, and fisted his dick, watching her stare at him, waiting for him to tell her what to do. “Take me into your mouth.”

“Okay.”

He sank his hand into her hair, bringing her forward. He took her hand, replacing his with hers, showing her how he liked it. She wrapped her fingers around him, not quite able to enclose his entire length, and squeezed. She looked up at him as she lowered her head, sticking out her tongue and licked the tip of him, lapping at the fluid like a treat. King couldn’t contain the gasp, nor could he control his hand from going to the back of her head, gathering a hunk of hair in his fist.

Ayesha began bobbing her head up and down in small measures, only taking the head inside, swirling her tongue over each bit of him she had inside her mouth. She took him deeper, sucked him harder, her mouth going hollow with each suck as her cheeks went in, her tongue lashing him with each stroke. With each pass, each undulating rhythm her talented mouth made, King swore he was going to come, but he fought for control. He forced every ounce of strength into his muscles as they shook. When she brought her other hand up, cupping his balls. “I’m gonna come,” was forced out of him.

Her lips were stretched tight around him, her eyes magnetic. “Do it,” she whispered.

As her lips were back on him, tongue licking around him, his entire being became focused on what she was doing to him. King grabbed her hair in both hands, guiding her onto his cock, moving her head back and forth, taking over the rhythm he needed. “Suck me hard.” He bumped the back of her throat, watching her eyes widen. He pulled back, doing it again. He was coming; spasms of blind sensations raced up his spine. His cock jerked, come filling her mouth while she worked to swallow all he had to give.

King released his hold on her head. His legs shook where he sat. If he’d been standing, he’d have fallen on his ass. Ayesha sat back, her hand rubbing the sides of her jaws. A little bit of come was on her lip. Instead of wiping it away, she sucked it into her mouth and smiled. “I’m tired.” She yawned.

She charmed the fuck out of him and excited him in equal measure. Fuck, what the hell was he going to do with this woman who led him around by his dick?

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