Page 96 of Wounded King
"I'm going to explore every fucking inch of you tonight. I'm going to fuck you until you scream my name and then some more. I'm going to make you come so hard, you'll see stars." His voice is hoarse and thick. It creates tremors inside me that ignite a small, throbbing pulse in my clit, which in turn drives another rush of desire through me.
He leans forward and sucks the stiff nipple into his mouth. My legs weaken, and my hands shoot up to his hard biceps for leverage. His tongue darts around the bud, he sucks on it, and the low burning fire turns hotter. His free hand begins to play with my other breast; he plucks on my nipple there, eliciting another low hiss of pleasure from me. "Your tits are fucking perfect. I could suck on them all day."
"Just the right size," he says, letting go of my breast and pressing me down on the edge of the bed until I'm sitting. "Let me see that hot little pussy of yours. I want to see how wet you are for me."
My heart pounds inside my chest, but there is no hesitation or embarrassment when I open my legs for him. His expression turns to that of a starving man seeing a buffet, making my self-confidence soar to unknown heights. "So fucking beautiful. Your pussy is glistening, all ready for me. I can't wait to taste you."
He falls to his knees, gently pressing my legs apart. "You're artwork. You're perfection. This pussy is mine. Say it."
"It's yours," I reply in a low voice. "It's all yours."
"Fuck yes, it is. And I'm going to fucking devour it." He leans forward, and quivers rake my body in anticipation. No man has ever done this for me before. Scott was… well, Scott. And the two other guys before him were just fumbling high school boys. Marcello is a man. A man who always knows exactly what to do, and I'm pretty sure that includes knowing how to please a woman. And the way he talks… it's dirty… nobody has ever talked to me like this, and it's so fucking hot!
His breath is on me, filled with a promise that ignites more fire in my belly and sends an ache through my pussy that is hard to describe. "I can smell your arousal. It's fucking intoxicating."
A lick. So quick, it's like merely a dream. Then another, deeper, longer. I catch myself holding my breath while trying to absorb each sensation he creates.
"Ambrosia," he moans. "This is a goddess' nectar. I could fucking live off your taste." Coming from any other man, I might have laughed. Coming from him, it's not only hot, but it makes me feel sexy and wanted.
His tongue finds my clit, and my eyes roll back. As does my torso—well, it falls back on the bed, barely supported by my elbows. This… this is the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me. Not even Vibes can compare to the stirring of lust he creates inside me.
"Your clit is so fucking hard. I just love how your body responds to me." His hands hold on to my thighs, while he licks and sucks on me, lapping my juices like they really are the most delicious thing in the world. "You taste so fucking good. I could eat you out all day."
He inserts a finger, then two, three, and I see stars. My breaths are coming out in pants now, mixed with sharp, sucking inhales every time he creates an extra overpowering wave of pleasure. He curls his fingers, and a small cry escapes me.
"Come for me, beautiful. I want to feel your pussy clench around my fingers," he demands.
I raise my head and see him watching me now as his fingers move up and down inside me, finding that spot, that good spot, the one that sends more surges of bliss through me. His face becomes hazy, my legs tighten around him, and my back arches.
"That's it, tesoro. That's it. Let go. Come all over my fingers." He coaxes, just as a wave of the most intense pleasure consumes me from the inside out. My toes curl, I take a deep inhale and scream his name, "Marcello!"
Panting, I fall back. My heart is hammering like a drummer on speed during the last crescendo of a song. My entire body hums while I watch him slowly come off the floor. He sticks his fingers into his mouth, sucking, and another hiss escapes me. I'm riding the ebbing waves of the most intense orgasm of my life—including self-induced.
"You taste so fucking good. I could get addicted to your taste."
He begins to work on his cufflinks, and I swallow, watching him as intently as he watched me. "You're beautiful when you come," he says, placing the cufflinks on a side table. Then he works on the buttons on his vest, discards it, and turns his hands to his shirt.
With trembling legs, I rise from the bed, "Let me," I say, grabbing his unbuttoned shirt and moving it to the side.
"Talking about beautiful," I say, kissing his hard chest.
He grabs my hair at the back of my head and pulls until I let go and look up at him. His lips descend on mine in a hard kiss. His tongue enters me like an invading army, and once again, I'm forced to hold on to his strong biceps to keep on my feet. "I can't wait to fuck you. I want to feel your tight pussy around my cock."
When I am sure I can stand on my feet, I move my hands down to his belt, undo the buckle, pull it through the loops, and toss it to the ground. My hands find the length of his hard dick through his pants, and it's his turn to let out a hissing exhale. "Fuck, your hands feel good on me."
I open his pants and pull them down, but then his hands are underneath my armpits, and he lifts me off the ground. Effortlessly, he throws me on the bed, "Behave. I need to be inside you now."
I laugh. It's throaty and entirely alien to me. He steps out of his shoes and slacks, then lifts his legs to take off the socks, a movement that makes most men look ridiculous. Not him. His balance is like all the rest of him, perfectly controlled. Last come his briefs, freeing his beautiful cock, which jumps free, proud and full and large, bouncing against his abs. "Look at you, so fucking ready for me. I can't wait to bury myself inside you."
Using my elbows, I crawl backward on the bed as he advances, his eyes glued to mine. His hand moves around me to the small of my back and positions me. "Mine. This pussy is mine. Say it again."
"Yours," I submit as he moves in between my legs. My hips rise in surrender and anticipation. "I'm all yours, Marcello."
He takes his cock into his hand and strokes it a few times, restoking my desire. His free hand moves through my folds, before he takes my slickness and spreads it over his dick. My chest is heaving with desire now. That move is so fucking hot, little aches move up and down my walls. "Look at you, so fucking wet for me. I can't wait to be inside you."
The head of his dick teases my entrance, and I let out a low moan, ready for him. Slowly, so infuriatingly slowly, he enters me, conquering inch by surrendering inch. When he's fully in, he freezes a moment before pulling back and rocking inside me so hard that I let out a loud moan. "Fuck, you feel so good. So fucking tight."
My legs move up, scissoring around his hips as he increases his speed. He uses his elbows to keep most of his weight off me, while his hands cradle my face, making me feel cherished and safe. "Mine," he says, before his head lowers and our foreheads meet. Our breaths mingle. "You're so fucking tight! I love how your pussy grips my cock."
