Page 45 of King of My Heart

Her doubtful words stung my damn heart. “What do you mean?”

“I mean…am I giving you enough? Was that good enough?” Her eyes met mine again, worry filling her different-colored irises. “I’m just saying that I really liked it. It was different from what I’m used to, but—”

I covered her mouth with my hand to shut her up. She was talking nonsense. “It was perfect. It felt amazing,” I assured her. “Better than any mouth I’ve ever had around my cock.”

Her gaze studied mine as I kept my hand over her mouth. I lowered my head again to rest my forehead against hers. “You’re more than enough for me, Darwynn.”

“Okay,” she whispered into my palm. She smiled, and I lowered my hand to press another kiss to her lips.

“Now…I need to fuck that tight pussy. Will you let me?”

My hands were on her hips, her naked body still pressed against mine.

“Yes.” She bit her bottom lip, a hint of excitement flashing through her eyes. “Please.”

Chapter 13

DARWYNN

He lifted me by my waist and put me on the bed. I leaned back on my elbows and looked up at him as he rubbed his hardness, looking like a damn God standing there naked.

I admired every inch of his upper body. From his hard pecs down to his muscular abdomen. How often did he work out? For his age, his body looked very healthy and fit. Clearly, Caspian’s life as a Hollywood actor who always did his own stunts—I fact-checked that—paid off, and even at sixty-one, he carried himself with the confidence and physique of a man half his age. His biceps flexed slightly as he reached for my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed in one swift move.

“You’re staring,” he said, his eyes fixed on my face.

My cheeks flushed, and I pursed my lips before asking, “Can you blame me?”

The low chuckle escaping him made me want to press my thighs together, but I couldn’t because he was holding my legs apart with both hands on my knees.

“Glad you’re enjoying the view. I like mine too,” he said, letting his gaze wander down my body as the tip of his tongue brushed across his bottom lip.

We took each other in, and seeing one another naked started to feel like the most normal thing ever. It didn’t feel forced or weird. It felt natural. As if we were meant to be like this. Together. Naked. And so fucking horny for each other.

“What about a condom?” I asked, breaking the silence.

A grin tugged at his lips. He rubbed his cock as he replied. “I’m clean. And I got a vasectomy done a long damn time ago,” he told me, watching me intently. “But I can still wear one if you want me to.”

He was so caring. Selfless.

God, he was perfect.

“No, it’s fine. I like it without.”

He huffed out a laugh, squeezing my knees before he moved over me to grab me by the hips. Without telling me his next move, he turned me over so I was lying on my stomach, and with his hands hooked around my hips, he pulled it up to stick my ass into the air.

I arched my back and looked over my shoulder, needing to see him.

“Nervous?” he asked, raising a thick brow. His hands moved over my ass, squeezing gently.

“No. I’m excited.”

Caspian chuckled. “Excited. I’ve never heard a woman say that before I fucked her. But I’m excited, too. I think I’ll enjoy this more than ever.”

I smiled at him and wiggled my ass. “Go ahead then. I’m getting impatient.”

Another laugh escaped him, and he stepped closer as his eyes wandered over my body. He squeezed my ass, then pressed his length against my slit, rubbing it along my folds.

I took a deep breath and rested my head on the mattress, with my eyes closed and my body relaxing. “Whenever you’re ready,” I teased.

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