Page 83 of A Kingpin's Weakness
“I hope you know what comes with that,” he said as he lifted me into his arms like I weighed nothing.
He carried me out of the pool, dripping and breathless, but I felt weightless in more ways than one. He didn’t care that I was soaking wet. He didn’t care that his clothes were clinging to his body. None of that mattered. Not when he was looking at me like I was more than just a body. Like I was his.
He laid me down on the bed and stepped back, licking his lips, drinking me in like I was some forbidden masterpiece. And I let him. For the first time, I didn’t feel self-conscious. I felt wanted Revered.
His eyes roamed over every inch of my body with slow precision, like he was trying to memorize me. And then he started undressing, peeling off his wet clothes piece by piece, revealing all of him and I mean all of him.
My breath caught in my throat. I didn’t panic. I didn’t freeze. I didn’t feel sick. All the things I usually feared gone. Replaced by a slow-burning need. I was still soaked from the pool, but now, it was for him. Because of him.
He climbed onto the bed, pushing me gently toward the pillows. I opened my legs. It was my way of saying ‘I’m ready’. For him… For this.
He didn’t speak. Just placed soft, reverent kisses along my inner thighs like he had all the time in the world. His mouth was warm. His breath intoxicating. Then he dipped his head and grabbed my bikini bottom between his teeth, pulling it down in a way that sent a shiver up my spine.
When his mouth touched me, it was like I’d forgotten how to breathe. His tongue moved with intention, not just to give me pleasure but to learn me. Every gasp, every arch of my body, every moan I knew he was reading me like a scripture… Worshipping me.
I had thought about this moment. About him this exact thing since the last time. That head? No one gives head like that and disappears for three days. That should be illegal.
I couldn’t even grip the sheets like I did before I was too focused. Too addicted. My hands found his head instead, not just to hold him there, but because I needed the connection. Needed to feel him, to let him know how badly I wanted him to keep going.
He devoured me like he was starved. And I didn’t want to stop him. I wanted to drown in it.
When I came, I came undone completely. My whole body trembling as my essence spilled into his mouth and coated his face. I hated that it made me want to tell him I loved him. But it did. That’s the part that scared methe most
Arching my back and leaning my head back, I let myself get lost in the moment, and lost in him. Thoughts I’d tried so hard to push away flooded in: marriage, kids, growing old together. I was just as caught up in this man as I’d ever been in someone. Scary, but real.
The way Seth’s mouth moved over me, desperate and claiming, made me feel like I was the only woman in the world. When I finally came undone, he held me in that moment like I was everything he’d ever wanted. Sucking me up with a hunger that was raw and tender all at once, like a thirsty man on a scorching summer day.
I needed a moment to catch my breath, to gather my scattered thoughts. Seth lifted his head, eyes darting to mine, his lips caught between a bite and a smile. My juices glistened on his face, a silent testament to what had just happened.
“If you want him…” His voice was low and steady, almost a challenge. “…put him in.”
My throat tightened, and I swallowed hard. My eyes dropped, tracing the line of him, still hard and waiting. I hadn’t even caught my breath yet.
He smirked, sensing my hesitation. “Nah, you not ready.” He started to pull away, but I grabbed him. Right there, slow and sure my hand sliding up and down his length, sending shivers through both of us.
He leaned over me again, capturing my lips in a kiss that tasted like everything I’d been missing. The warmth of me on him, made my body ache for more, and suddenly the orgasm he’d just given me felt like only the beginning.
I rubbed the tip of him against my wetness, pacing myself. I wanted to feel every inch. Scooting down, I pushed him just a little inside as I wrapped my legs around him, holding him close.
His hands found mine and gently pinned them to the bed.
“Breathe.” He whispered, his breath warm against my ear.
I did. I gasped when he slowly eased deeper, the mix of sharpness and warmth taking my breath away. Each slow push of him inside me felt like it was pressing into memories I’d buried every ache, every silence, every time I’d been touched without care. But this... this wasn’t that. This was slow.Intentional. His grip on my hands wasn’t forceful, it was steady. Like he was reminding me I didn’t have to carry myself alone anymore. Like I could let go. I blinked up at him, and for a moment, I almost looked away. I wasn’t used to being seen like this. Open. Unguarded. Not strong. Just me.
You get wet like this for me?” he whispered, voice thick with lust and pride.
Instead of waiting for an answer, he lifted me again effortlessly guiding my body onto his face like I was weightless. My breath caught as his tongue met me again, and it wasn’t soft this time. It was greedy. Wild. He devoured me like he’d been starving for days, and I had no defense left.
I cried out his name as my body trembled, helpless against the pleasure building again. He didn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. And when I broke apart on him, I knew I’d never look at this man the same.
“Ride, daddy.”
His voice was hoarse, and it sent another shiver down my spine.
He placed me on top of him again, and I didn’t wait this time. I needed him inside me like breath. Like fire. I raised myself up and slid down slowly, savoring every inch. The stretch, the pressure it was everything. My walls tightened around him, and his mouth dropped open like he was the one being undone.
“Stormi…” he groaned.
