Page 32 of Fierce King (L.A. Ruthless 1)

In a few swift movements, he’d removed the rest of his clothes and kicked off his shoes and was standing completely naked. The sight of him like that was never something I’d get used to. He looked like he had been chiseled from stone.

He was perfect.

I took a deep breath as he walked over to the bed and crawled over me, holding himself up on one of his strong forearms.

‘Relax, princess,’ he said softly. ‘I won’t hurt you.’

He kissed me softly and I melted into him. Then his warm hand was sliding over my bare skin. He cupped my breast and squeezed gently, eliciting a moan from me. He moved his head southwards and sucked my nipple into his mouth, and to my shame, I groaned his name.

He smiled against my skin and heat flushed over my cheeks.

He lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes narrowed. ‘Just how far have you gone before, Mrs. Montoya?’ he asked.

‘Second base,’ I whispered.

He closed his eyes and made a noise that sounded distinctly like a growl and I couldn’t help but laugh.

His hand travelled further southwards, slipping between my thighs and gliding easily through my wet folds. ‘Have you made yourself come before?’ he said before moving his head and sucking on my other nipple.

‘Yes.’

‘Good,’ he said as he nipped me gently. ‘So, you know how good it feels to lose control?’

‘Hmm,’ I mumbled as he started circling my clit with two fingers.

‘But, no man has ever had the pleasure of touching this beautiful wet concha before me?’ he said as continued rubbing on the sensitive bud of flesh.

‘No,’ I gasped.

‘And no-one has ever been inside you,’ he growled as he slipped a thick finger inside me.

I arched my back off the bed in pleasure. The feeling of him breaching my hot opening was incredible.

‘No,’ I groaned as he slowly slid his finger in and out of me.

I felt the pressure building and wondered if he was about to make me come within a few minutes of having his hands on me. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out. I didn’t want to make him ever more arrogant and self-assured than he already was.

He started to trail kisses down my stomach and a few seconds later his head was between my thighs. ‘If your cream tastes as good as it smells, Alana, then I am going to be spending a whole lot of my time eating this pussy every day.’

I blushed at his words, but I loved his filthy mouth. He blew a cool stream of air over my wet folds before using his hot tongue to lick the length of my cleft, making me gasp out loud. Then he sealed his hot mouth over my clit and I almost passed out with the jolt of pleasure that coursed through my body.

‘Jesus, Alex,’ I groaned. I hadn’t meant to call him Alex but I couldn’t quite form the word Alejandro.

If he was bothered, he didn’t show it.

He sucked gently, but persistently, and the sound of him devouring my pussy filled the room.

He was skilled and relentless and soon I was bucking my hips to meet his rhythm. But, he wrapped his strong hands around the backs of my thighs and held me in place until I was moaning his name and begging him to let me come.

Then he used his tongue to rim either side of my clit while he sucked and suddenly my orgasm burst through me like a river breaking a dam.

I cried out in pleasure and relief. I felt a rush of cream as he continued sucking and licking and all I could do was lie back and let it wash over me. When my orgasm had subsided, he moved lower and pressed his tongue into my opening, sucking at my juices.

Then he lifted his head and looked at me, his face wet with my arousal. ‘Fuck, Alana, I think we have a problem, princess,’ he said seriously.

‘Why?’ I asked. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘You taste so fucking good that I’m not sure I’m going to be able to let you leave this bed ever again,’ he said with a wicked grin as he crawled back up the bed.

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