Page 139 of Clean Slade
No one could have warned me this would ever happen and if they had I wouldn’t have believed them.
But now…
I believed it.
I believed it with all my heart.
THIRTY-THREE
KING
1 Week Later
The sunlight streamed through the window, and I opened my eyes to my handsome, sleeping protector.
The man who’d risked everything for a stranger. For me. For us.
I couldn’t get enough of Slade. Not of his eyes and how deep into my soul they looked, not of his lips and how perfectly they fit with mine, or the words that came out of them that constantly made me feel as if I was dreaming.
I lifted the covers and scooted down to his groin. I pulled his underwear down and lashed my tongue at his soft cock.
It twitched under the touch, and I didn’t miss the goosebumps that rippled over his skin.
I flicked my tongue once more before taking him completely into my mouth and inhaling deeply.
It wasn’t long before he grew inside my mouth, and I felt every searing inch dominating me. Suddenly his fingers were tangled in my hair, and the covers lifted so he could look at me.
Slade smirked and grew even harder inside my mouth, making my need for release stronger by the second.
I swear one of these days I’ll come just thinking about him.
I eased some of the pressure and started bobbing my head over his length, watching him tense.
A slow rumble escaped his lips, and he craned his neck to look at the ceiling and probably ask for divine assistance.
The faster I went, the breathier Slade got until he grabbed the sheets under us and pulled in a pointless attempt at self-control.
I brought him close to the edge. It was easy to do. I had learned all the signs. The lifting of his hips, the sinking stomach, the way he bit his bottom lip. But before I gave him the satisfaction, I stopped, focusing on his thighs, balls, and nipples.
When I was sure he’d stepped back from the edge, I tried again.
And again and again.
Edging him had become second nature by now. And I enjoyed every second of it. Seeing the pleasure and satisfaction at the cusp of his mouth or how his body spasmed under me, at war with itself.
It wasn’t long before I swapped my teasing mouth for my tight hole, and his hands were full of my butt cheeks. Slade parted them enough to drive himself deeper, and I felt every shove as it unwound from the inside out.
And as if that wasn’t enough, he started stroking me, and I was a definite goner. Lost in the abyss of his touch.
I came so abruptly that it shocked me. My spunk painted his black skin white, and he didn’t hesitate one second before swiping his fingers through the sap and bringing it to his lips.
As he did, he dropped his jaw, bucked his hips, and slammed into me, filling me once more, although at this point, my insides were more him than me. Not that it would ever be enough.
He pulled me down and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I tasted myself on him, and if I wasn’t undone before, I certainly was now.
Just before I pulled away, he sunk his teeth into my bottom lip, and the hiss I let out threatened to make me hard all over again.
“You spoil me, you know. Ten out of ten? You don’t have to do that every morning,” he whispered when I collapsed on top of him and breathed hard, trying to catch my breath.
