Page 48 of The Rebel King

“Nix.” His head drops back, the cords of his strong throat strained, his broad shoulders heaving with panting breath. “Suck my balls.”

I immediately release his cock and angle my head to take one large ball into my mouth. I take his cock in hand, continuing to pump his length even as I give each ball my wet, eager attention. His growls and moans spur me on, and I tighten my fingers around his swollen dick. I release the ball long enough to shove my finger into my mouth, wetting it liberally. He glances down at me, watching the in and out motion of my finger. Never letting his gaze go, with my free hand, I reach around and insinuate my soaked finger between the tightly held muscles of his ass.

“Hell, yes.” He loosens his clenched muscles and widens his stance, opening for me. “Do it.”

I ease into the tight hidden hole, and his cries become hoarser, louder. He grabs my chin and pushes his dick back into my mouth. I’m soaked between my legs, and I widen my knees. The cool air kisses the tight, wet bud nestled between my pussy lips. In time with my finger fucking his ass, I begin stroking myself. He reaches down and pinches my nipple.

It’s overwhelming, the choreography of our lust, of our love, fingers and lips and tongues and cock in concert, working toward mutual bliss. My mouth drops open on a scream, and his cock comesout. His cum streams over my neck and shoulders and breasts. For seconds, I’m tremoring, barely lucid, dazed with pleasure.

He picks me up and lays me gently on the bed, leaving my legs to hang over the edge. Standing over me, he slowly, deliberately, rubs his cum into my skin, his eyes narrowed and connected with mine. He massages it all around my nipples and over my belly and then slips his hand between my legs.

“My pussy,” he mutters and goes down to his knees, spreading my legs. He licks at the wetness smattered inside my thighs, groaning and reaching under me to cup my ass, dragging me deeper into his mouth. With each loving stroke of his tongue, a knot loosens inside me until it completely unravels, and I’m sobbing, my hands clawing his scalp, tugging his silky hair.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers between sucks and licks. “Break for me. Show me.”

And I do, drawing my knees up until my heels hit the backs of my thighs, spreading myself wide for him. Exposing everything. I can’t hide from this man. He proves that every time I try. He licks the fresh wetness leaking from my body, an offering for him, and sucks my clit into his mouth hard. “No one else ever puts their mouth on you again. Do you hear me, Lennix?”

Wave after wave of pleasure washes through me, and the muscles in my lower back and legs tighten, quaking with another orgasm.

“Lennix, did you hear me? No one—”

“No one,” I mumble, my head turned into the pillow.

“My pussy.”

“Your pussy.” I lift up just enough to catch his eyes. “And that cock is mine.”

His lips are wet and shiny, full and swollen. His eyes are happy, bright with love. “Oh, I think you established that.”

CHAPTER 19

MAXIM

This should be fun.

I’m being facetious. Persuading Lennix to leave DC with me won’t be fun at all. We’ll fight, but in the end, Iwillget her out of this town and out of the campaign grind for a breather. She may have distracted me with the most mind-numbing blow job of my whole life… Okay, shediddo that. That definitely happened,butI haven’t forgotten about her distress last night.

“I have a few meetings at the office,” she says, standing nude in the bathroom and testing the shower with her fingertips. “But I can be home early afternoon if you want to try to do something.”

“I did have something in mind actually.” I stride into the bathroom, as naked as she is, and climb into the shower behind her. I grab the shampoo and massage it into her hair.

“Oh, that feels amazing,” she moans, leaning back so her shoulder blades press into my chest. “What’d you have in mind?”

“I was thinking you won’t go to work at all today.”

“Oh, no.” She turns to face me, the spray from the shower bouncing off her back. “I have to at least be there for the update—make sure we’re all on the same page.”

“You’ve been on the campaign trail every day. Kimba can do the update.” I dip to capture one wet, shiny nipple in my mouth.

“Doc,” she groans. “Don’t you dare—”

“Distract you?” I knead her other breast and trail kisses up her shoulder and neck, sucking at the skin hard enough to leave a mark. “Now you know how it feels.”

“Maxim!” She jerks back, thick strands of wet hair clinging to her arms and throat. “I can’t show up at my office with a hickey like some oversexed teenager.”

“Exactly. No work for you today.” I turn her gently but firmly by the shoulder to face the shower wall, angling her hips and ass for me, bending her until her palms press into the shower bench.

“I can’t just skip out on…”

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