Page 60 of Out of the Shadow

“Good to know.” He suckles my left nipple while his right hand flicks the peak of my other breast.

I’m all sensation and want and need. I open my legs for him, and he moves between them, though our bottom halves are still clothed. When I roll my hips, I feel his bulge. Hisvery largebulge.

This can’t be right.

I repeat my movement, and holy shit, he’s big. I rub against him three more times to confirm as our tongues tangle. He tastes faintly of Nutella and bourbon, a surprisingly intoxicating combination.

Breaking our kiss, I inhale some much-needed air, which is coated with his scent. It’s all woodsy and warm and so, so masculine. With a groan, he attacks my mouth again, the sound inflaming my desire for him.

He’s so different from—

No! Do not compare him to Dante. This is only about scratching an itch.

I run my hands down his back, landing on top of his khaki-clad ass. Like he did to me before, I squeeze both globes, which has the added benefit of pushing his body forward into mine. He lifts his lips off my nipple to groan.

Now that the proverbial floodgates have been opened, I want more from this man. I lift my leg and run it down his, relishing the closeness of our bodies.

It’s not enough.

Our pants need to come off. Apparently, King has the same idea, as his hands slide down my torso and land on the top button of my capris. Why didn’t I wear a dress or a skirt? It would’ve been so much easier.

King places one foot on the floor and lifts himself to standing, eliciting a whimper from me. “Don’t worry, Angie. I’ve got you. You’re going to love what I have planned.”

Oh God, yes. “I’m sure I will.”

His attention is fixed on my pants—or, more accurately, getting them off. Within seconds, I’m clad in only my white panties. A little tinge of embarrassment sours the moment—I’m sure the women he’s usually with wear Victoria’s Secret underwear. My hands fly to remove the humiliating cotton fabric, but King stops me. Pulling my hands over my head, he settles himself back over me and kisses me with tongue and teeth and lips. All thoughts about the underwear disappear.

One hand releases mine and travels slowly southward. Again, he plays with my nipples, eliciting moans from me as my head tosses on the couch. King chuckles, but not in a derisive way. “I will never tire of hearing that sound.”

He bites down on my distended pink bud—harder this time, but not to the point of true pain—and is rewarded by another moan from me. His hand leaves my other nipple and travels further down, to the top of my panties. Both of my hands reach for his head and pull him up to my mouth. Before our lips meet, I whisper, “Take them off.”

King drops his mouth to mine as he removes my last piece of clothing. Now, I’m totally naked underneath this man and my body is on fire—one that only he can quench. I raise my leg, feeling the smooth fabric of his pants against my bare flesh, which only serves to heighten my arousal.

King’s hand slides from my hip inward. His calloused palm covers my pussy and my leg stills.Oh God, Oh God, what am I doing?His finger dips between my legs and brushes against my clit. My momentary panic is replaced with a burst of excitement. “King!”

“I’ve got you.”

Oh boy, does he.His finger rubs against my clit and my pussy opens to him. As he continues to rhythmically move down there, my body responds with more and more wetness.

And then King pulls out of my body and brings his finger to his mouth and sucks. While my core protests the loss, his actions make me even hotter.

He removes his finger from his mouth. “Damn, baby, you taste mighty fine.” He extends his hand toward my lips and I greedily suck it into my own mouth, letting my tongue roam over the digit before clamping down. His hips move into me and we both groan.

His rumbly voice meets my ears. “I need more.”

King pulls back and slips onto his knees. He grabs my hips and turns me toward him as if I weigh nothing. Spreading my legs wide open, he guides them over his shoulders then leans forward and brings his head in line with my pussy. “I’m going to taste your passion for me.”

Why haven’t I done this with him before?

He opens his mouth and his tongue slips out and greets my clit.

“Oh,” I wail. He licks. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop!”

“Don’t worry, Angie.”

And he doesn’t. He licks and sucks and nips at my clit and I fly over the edge within a minute. But he’s a man of his word. He keeps on doing what he was doing, only now he’s put his finger into my core. The added stimulation throws me into another climax. And he continues, this time curling his index finger inside of me, which brings on a third orgasm.

He leans back on his heels as I lay, splayed open, in front of him. I’m a quivering, panting, sweaty mess. I’ve not felt this alive in…forever.

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