Page 562 of Savage Bosses

“King. Mine. My King.”

“Fuck yeah, I am.” I lifted her lower body, opening her thighs wider and pressing them back toward her chest. I returned to the work of pleasing my woman; my tongue tunneled deeper into her channel. I delighted in her taste. I basked in the euphoric feeling of finally having Nyla underneath me. Being able to touch her this way, with her sounds of pleasure above me, was my version of heaven. My tongue wrapped around her bundle of nerves, constantly bumping against her pearl. I needed to taste her essence.

Yes, I was a nasty motherfucker, but only for Nyla. For her, I would do this and so much more. Whatever brought her the most pleasure was my mission. As I continued, I could hear the sounds from Nyla becoming more desperate. Pleading.

Using one finger, I slid it inside her pulsing channel, knowing it would help her along.

“Oh, fuck. King. Yes,” she screamed. Wetness covered my finger before I slid it out of her body. Grabbing her under the ass, I placed my mouth over her channel and swallowed every drop. If she passed out from orgasming too much, so be it.

This would be a night she would never forget. I would make damn sure of it.

Chapter Eleven

Nyla

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hen he lifted his head from my dripping honeypot and hovered over me, I felt my sex flutter with desire. My belly tightened, and my nipples hardened. My mind was overcome with need for him. When he stepped out of his clothes and stood before me with his big ass dick, hard and standing tall, my eyes widened, both in shock and need.Oh, hell yeah.Just the sight of his thick, heavy member swollen with desire had me mesmerized.

He gripped his dick tight at the base before climbing on the bed with me. When he parted my thighs with his body, I couldn’t help but whimper. I tried to lift my body to his, but he held me down. King teased my clit with his thumb, rubbing the flesh in circular motions. His touch sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through my body. His hand slid down before sliding two fingers inside me. The slick sounds from his motions were loud in the room.

“Fuck. King. Please. I need more.”

My words must have set off something in him because he removed his fingers, grabbed my hips, and thrust inside me. A scream released as I felt his thick length fill me completely.

He released a deep moan. “Damn, baby. I want to come home to you every fucking night. Have you underneath me taking this dick. You feel so damn good.”

My body rippled in response to his words. Waves of pleasure raced through me as he thrust inside me again. In. Out. In. Out. King set a brutal pace, and I knew I was along for the ride. Desire and need came together in a blinding crescendo. All I needed was a release from this sweet torture. I sobbed. Pleaded. Begged. I wasn’t even sure if my words were coherent. All I wanted was for him to keep going.

King never slowed down or let up. “You’re gonna take all this dick and beg me for more.”

I moved my leg higher on his back to help him get right where I needed to be. “Oh, fuck. Right here, King.” My pussy walls clenched around his length as my orgasm took over my body. King continued thrusting, hitting my spot until he released inside of me. The warmth flooded my channel, and I moaned deeply in response. This was a night I’d dreamed of for years.

“That’s it, Nyla. Don’t hold back,” he whispered in my ear before kissing the sweat-slicked skin on my neck. His teeth nipped and pulled at my flesh, adding a little pain to my pleasure. My body seized again as my juices gushed from my body, coating his thick cock.

After a few minutes of catching our breaths, King pulled out. He grabbed me by the waist and flipped me onto my stomach. Once he positioned my body with my ass elevated, he entered me again, this time from behind. I pushed back slowly until I was filled with every inch of him. “So good,” I whispered. He stretched me so well, touching places inside me that caused my entire body to shiver and shake. The feel of him covering my body was intoxicating. I never wanted this night to end.

“Nyla,” he moaned in my ear.

His motions were hard when thrusting forward. Fast. Mind-altering. How the fuck did I go this long without having him inside me? Other than the occasional whimper, moan, or whisper, we didn’t speak. What would words do? Nothing. Our bodies were communicating in a way that words couldn’t describe. Our harsh breathing told a tale as old as time. And it was a fucking classic.

“More,” I whimpered. “My King.”

His hand grasped a fistful of my hair, pulling tight, lifting my head up.

“Yes, my Queen. Say that shit again. Tell me just how good this feels to you.” His strong grip pulled my head back, and he captured my lips in a sensual kill; our wet tongues dueling for dominance. After he pulled back, his green eyes bored into mine. “Nothing will come between us again.”

“Yes, King,” I responded, enthralled by everything about him.

His hand released my hair, and he pulled out before he flipped me onto my back. One large hand gripped my thigh, raising my leg over his shoulder as he slid his bare dick back inside me.

Were we practicing safe sex?

I didn’t give a shit about that right now. I was on the pill, and I knew more about King’s life than he probably wanted me to. Maybe I should have asked him to wear a condom, but why would I want to have anything between us?

King bent one knee as he gripped me tight against him. His angle changed, and all I could do was thrash my head around and moan in response. Fuck, this man was good. His other hand grabbed at my breast, kneading the flesh, and pinching the nipple. Traveling up to my mouth, he pressed his two fingers against my lips.

“Suck.”

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