Page 82 of King of Malice
“I don’t care,” I answer, sliding my soapy ass over his pelvis. His thick cock swipes against my butt cheeks.
If my boobs are slight, but my ass is full—easily my best feature—and I use it totempt and to invite.
He takes the invitation. His left hand leaves my chest to slide back down my belly to dip between my thighs. I’m so ready, that when his finger slides over my clit, I cry out, my whole body pulsing with the pleasure that radiates out from my core.
“Does my girl need me?” he rumbles in my ear.
“Yes,” I cry back, pushing against his erection. This time, I don’t care that he’s asking again. It feels natural and a bit like dirty talk.
He moves his hand deeper between my legs, spreading me open as he bends his knees so that he can push back up inside me.
He feels so good, his thick cock filling me so full that he pushes on every nerve ending, and I’m shaking before he’s even all the way inside me.
I lean toward the wall, my legs threatening to give out, but before I reach it, his arms tighten around me, holding my weight.
With the change in angle, he slides even deeper inside me, hitting me everywhere that feels good, and I let out this high-pitched gasp that doesn’t even sound like me as I lose control of my body.
I’m so wrapped up in the pleasure, I don’t notice my feet coming off the floor until they wrap around his calves, my weight one hundred percent held by him.
I’ve never had sex like this. Zane is this unique mix of tender and strong and it’s like a drug. My every need and want is being met, where I’m so filled with pleasure, I’m not even aware of breathing.
I reach back, my hands fisting his hair, which causes my back to arch so that he’s finally fully seated inside me.
He hits that spot I seriously thought was a myth and I scream out my pleasure, never wanting him to leave my body.
I flex my feet, causing the smallest movement of his cock, which rubs me in that perfect spot again, and my body hums as the sensation multiples.
We’ve hardly started and I’m already panting. “Zane,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for. Faster? Harder? More?
But he knows.
Using the hand that’s cupping my sex, he pushes me back off his cock, putting all the right pressure on my clit. And then he relaxes the arm, allowing me to slide back down his cock.
I tip my head forward, as my body shudders from the slide of his thick cock. My face dips into the spray, water filling my mouth and nose. I’m so lost I can’t pay attention to breathing, apparently. But before I can correct, his biceps flex to pull me tighter to his chest, so that my face is back out of the water.
But I can’t thank him as he hits my G-spot again, the trembling in my limbs redoubling.
“Oh. My. God,” I gasp out as he lifts me again, pushing back into me faster this time. The extra speed causes the whole reaction to come at me quicker and I know I’m not going to make it very long.
He pumps into me again. Once. Twice. Three times and then I start to orgasm. It hits me with a force that steals my breath, the pleasure so intense I can’t even speak, can’t even push out a moan.
But he doesn’t slow down. Now he’s like a piston, pumping into me, causing a riot of fireworks to light inside me.
I finally scream out, every muscle in my body completely taut, as the pleasure overrides every other function.
He doesn’t let up, though, slamming into me as I ride every ripple of pleasure. And then his own orgasm starts, a roar ripping from his throat as his body shudders, his cock jerking inside me.
It’s gorgeous and I wish I could hold him, but I’m like limp spaghetti in his arms, so wrung out all I can do is close my eyes and just feel him.
He sags into my back and we both tip forward so that I’m pressed between his chest and the tile wall. “Wow,” I manage to push out, the cooler surface feeling amazing against my cheek.
“You aren’t kidding,” he rasps into my neck, his hands splayed out on my skin.
“I’m not even sure I’ll be able to walk after that.” I’m joking. Mostly. Then again, I haven’t tested my legs, which feel like jelly.
“Baby girl,” he kisses up my neck to the sensitive spot just behind my ear, “I’ll carry you any time you like.”
I hum out my approval. I hope I can keep it together long enough to enjoy this man. Because I’m really going to lose something when I blow this up.
