Page 96 of Kneel with the King
Before he can ask, I’m sliding down the bed, my hands braced on his thighs. I nudge his legs apart and settle between them, keeping my gaze on his as I lower my mouth. The second my tongue drags along the underside of his cock, his head tips back, a moan spilling out.
I wrap my lips around him, taking him in slow, sucking just enough to make him twitch. His hands fist in the sheets, hips flexing up toward my mouth. I pin them down immediately.
“You stay there,” I say, my voice low and sharp before I swallow him once more.
He’s already trembling when I hollow my cheeks and bob my head, letting my tongue swirl around the head before sliding back down. Every sound he makes goes straight to my cock, but I keep the pace steady.Toosteady.
He bucks, needy, his head tipping back into the pillows.
Fuck.Watching Asher Harrison fall apart underneath me is my new favorite sight.
When his breathing changes—when it starts coming faster, harsher—I pull off entirely, gripping him firmly at the base so he can’t come.
The frustrated noise he makes causes me to chuckle.
“You—”
“Not yet,” I say, licking a slow stripe along him before swallowing him down again.
I do the same thing again. Build him up until he’s shaking, until his thighs are tense and his toes curl, until I know he’s seconds away—and then I stop, pulling back to watch him fall apart without relief.
By the fifth time, he’s swearing at me, pleading under his breath, his voice rough and hoarse.
“You want to come?” I ask finally, stroking him once, slow, my thumb brushing over the head. A dribble of precum slides down, and I lean my mouth to the tip, licking it up with a light flick of my tongue.
He bucks his hips in response.
I love this—love controlling him like this, getting him so close yet not letting him come just yet.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” His voice is a pure whimper, and his expression is vexed and shocked all at the same time. Brows pulled together, his chest rises and falls rapidly as he pants like a dog.
“How do you ask, Asher?”
“Please, Daddy,” he begs, his voice trembling. “Please, I’m so c-close.”
I hum, leaning in to take him deep again, this time not pulling back. I suck harder, bob faster, and when he grabs at my hair, I let him, his hips jerking up as he groans my name, saying it likeAmbroooooose.
“Fuck, fuck, yes, just like that, I’m going to—I’m com—coming—oh god?—”
Every muscle inside of him locks up and he comes a second later, pulsing hard against my tongue. His back arches as I hold him down and take every drop. He mutters expletives, body shivering, and when I think he’s finished, more cum shoots into the back of my throat.
I swallow it all eagerly, and when he’s done, his whole body relaxes into the mattress. Every few seconds, he twitches with aftershocks, and when I pop my mouth off his cock, he yelps, squeezing his eyes shut.
When I finally look at his face, his chest is heaving, his eyes half lidded and glassy. I lick my lips, smirking. “Next time, you’ll think twice before bratting out on me.” His mouth opens in surprise, and that’s when I crawl up to his face. I pull my cock out, already heavy and aching, and press it against his lips. “Now, suck.”
“Bossy,” he mutters, eyes glittering with both defiance and satisfaction.
“Better than letting you run your mouth.”
We both groan as he takes me in—hot, wet, and still a little unsteady from what I just did to him.
The first glide over his tongue makes my stomach clench. He’s sloppy with it, spit already sliding down his chin as I push deeper, his throat working around me. My hands find his hair, holding him in place, not letting him set the pace.
“So eager for my cock,” I mutter. “Look at you, choking on me.”
He moans in response.
Every time I slide into the back of his throat, my vision threatens to blur. Heat coils low and fast, and I can feel my pulse pounding in the thick, aching weight of my cock. His lips seal tight around me, suction dragging every nerve raw.
