Page 94 of Royal Sons MC

If he’d thought he was in charge, she proved him wrong, dropping to her knees in front of him, her hands so tiny next to his pushed his legs apart. “May I?” she asked, reaching for his dick.

King grunted. She’d reduced him to a fucking Neanderthal. “Lick the tip first.” He had to take back control.

His hands went to her head, one to hold her hair back, the other he held his dick for her. She placed her own palm over his, squeezing his fingers, moving up and down his shaft faster. Her tongue moved over the top, tickling the slit, swirling around the crown before she took the entire mushroom-shaped head inside her mouth. King didn’t think he could take much more, especially not when she flattened her tongue and worked the sensitive underside.

Using his grip on the back of her head, he pulled her off him, lifting her back to her feet. King stood, the move making her back up, but he wasn’t letting her get away, not when he needed to be inside her, now. He brought his mouth down, silencing her while lifting her up and turning them so that he could put her onto the bed. The kiss wasn’t sweet or gentle. Their teeth clanked as he moved them into the middle of the bed, her hands running over him, gripping his dick fiercely.

“Condom,” he groaned.

King reached over and snagged the foil pack, putting it on in seconds. Her eyes watching him the entire time made his cock jerk. “Tell me if I hurt you, and I’ll slow down.” Leaning down on one elbow, he kept most of his weight off her. He worked the head of his dick against her slippery pussy, coating himself with her cream. Looking at her, needing to see her face while he entered her for the first time, he pushed inside, slowly filling her until she gasped. “Ssh, it’s alright. I’ll wait,” he said, even though waiting was the last thing he felt like doing. He could see her pulse racing from the vein in her throat.

“You’re too big,” she whispered.

“No, you’re just tight. Your body is so fucking sweet and wet. Fucking perfect. Feel that?” He pumped his hips just a little, resting his forehead against hers when her body let him in a little more.

King pulled back and thrust forward, making her breath come out in little gasps of air.

“You alright?” he asked once he was all the way in. Tension coiled inside him, winding tighter and tighter as her pussy constricted around him. “Don’t do that, baby.”

“Can’t help it,” she gasped.

AYESHA RAN HER HANDSdown his back, her fingers trailing down his ass, loving the way his muscles flexed beneath her exploring. Even though it was cool, their bodies were covered in sweat.

He shifted, lifting up on his arms. “How close are you?” he gritted out.

Her pussy ached with the need to come. With every stroke of his dick inside her, she was sure she’d go over, but something held her back. “I can’t. I don’t—”

King reached between them with one hand, his finger unerringly finding her clit. Moments later, as the tension that had been building finally broke, she cried out. Her entire body shook as whiplashes of pleasure zinged through her. Her muscles locked up even as she cried out his name. At the same time, she felt him jerk above her, his growl as he came soothing her.

She didn’t know how long they lay there, neither speaking nor moving until the need for air became paramount. King must’ve felt her shifting beneath him. He rolled to his back, took the condom off, and tossed it in the trash can beside the bed.

Ayesha wasn’t sure what to do or say, having only slept with one other person. Luckily for her, King wasn’t shy or in the same position. His big arm reached for her, tucking her in next to him. The gentle stroking of his hand up and down her back, over her sore butt, was strangely relaxing.

“How do you feel?” he asked gruffly.

Ayesha gazed up at him, astonished to see him staring back at her. “I feel good. How about you?”

He went back to lazily stroking her. “Fucking great. Next time, I’ll go slower.”

She jerked her head back, trying to see if he was being serious. The man nearly drove her crazy with wanting him. “You didn’t hear any complaints from me, did you?”

His hand sifted through her hair. The fading pulses of her orgasm still shook her.

“No, but that doesn’t mean shit.” King’s dick twitched.

She was about to ask him how he could recover so quickly as she saw his dick getting hard when both their phones vibrated on the nightstand.

King lifted his arm over his eyes, groaning. “We should get those.”

“Probably,” she agreed.

When neither of them moved to grab their phones in time, he lifted his arm off his eyes, peering at her. “Do you think they’ll give up?”

No sooner had he asked before they were both vibrated again. “No.” She sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes.

“I love watching your tits jiggle.” He tweaked one nipple while he grabbed their phones, pressing the talk button on both as he answered his. “What?” he barked.

“Hello,” she said.

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