Page 69 of Fortress of the King

“No, just seeing how far I can get,” I whisper, sliding my hand down and wrapping it around his cock.

He glances down to where I have a tight hold. “That’s quite a compromising position you’ve got me in.”

I stroke him up and down, and he closes his eyes momentarily. “I didn’t think you’d mind if I woke you up.”

“You can wake me up like this any time.”

“I want to taste you,” I murmur, pushing my body towards him, my hand moving slowly up and down his length. He reaches for my breast and pinches my nipple, watching me stroke him, as his hips start to move to my rhythm.

“That feels so good,Carina,” he rasps. His eyes dance with amusement. “You gonna suck me off, baby? Then I want you to climb on top and ride me.”

His bossiness makes things all that much sweeter.

I reach down to kiss him, and he cups my face, deepening the kiss with his tongue.

When I break free, I move to his neck and inhale his beautiful masculine scent.

When this is all over, I will remember this most of all, no matter how it ends. I’m allowed that one luxury, surely. I’ll never forget.

I trail kisses down his neck and move to his chest, stroking his cock as I slide my body down and waste no time swirling my tongue around his salty tip. He hisses and it only spurs me on, plunging my mouth straight down and taking him as far as humanly possible without choking, my tongue swirling and my lips pressing tight against him.

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby.” His hips start to move, and we find an incredible, frantic pace as I grip harder and suck him hard. “That feels so fucking good.”

I can’t talk with my mouth so full, but some sadistic part of me is glad that I’m pleasing him. I feel him watching me, it’s so erotic, so wrong, but oh so right. I suck and swirl and pull him tighter as I cup his balls.

“Baby, I’m not gonna last,” he breathes. “I need to be inside you.”

I free his cock with a pop and travel back up to the top of the covers, pushing him on his back and sliding over his body, and lining him up with my entrance.

No words are needed, I know what I do to him and it gives me a sense of power, no matter how fleeting.

I grip him and brush his large head back and forth at my wet center, spreading my arousal over my swollen, sensitive clit. He pinches both my nipples at the same time and reaches forward to take one in his mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue. He hasn’t even penetrated me yet and I can already feel myself unraveling. This is what he does to me.

“Oh God,” I moan. “Oh God, I’m coming…” I cry out my release as he shifts my hips and I sink straight down onto him, still in the throes of my orgasm. We both curse at the same time.

He sits up, so we’re face to face as he pumps me hard, furious, it’s so damned erotic as our skin slaps together.

I ride him fast as he squeezes my ass, his eyes burning like wildfires as my orgasm keeps going and takes me to another place.

Our hands entwine as he loses himself, pushing up into me hard as he stills, clutching my body flush to his as he empties himself inside me, his dick pulsing until he’s spent.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he calls as I flop down onto his body.

My sentiments are much the same.

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” he pants, a grin spreading across his face.

I lay down on top of his chest and let him hold me. He wraps his arms around my back, and we lay there for several minutes in a tight embrace.

He kisses my shoulder. “We’re so fucking good together,” he murmurs in his raspy voice, trying to get his breath back. “I’m glad to see my instincts aren’t getting rusty.”

I have this deep knot in my stomach that tells me to blurt it all out to him.

Confess everything. Maybe he can help Mia… he has connections.

Then I remember that I’m betraying him, and I’m no better than his enemies who all want a piece of him. And I’ve helped create that.

I don’t say a word; I just breathe in his scent, committing it to memory.

After all, I’m going to the pits of hell with my eyes wide open.

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