Page 59 of Isla

Isla

Thiswastorture,each press of his lips, each probe of his tongue as he licked delicately along my thigh. All the while, his cock rubbed against my leg.

Keep your mind on the kissing.

He repeated the same action, sweet feather light kisses on my knee before he licked up my thigh and down the other one before pressing kisses against my knee again. And as he explored, all I could feel was his dick against my leg. It felt massive, and I wanted to peek, to see if was as majestic as his name. But with each glance I took, King caught me and raised an eyebrow.

He was such a smarmy bastard; he knew exactly what he was doing. This was sexual torture, but he wasn't going any further until I changed the colour of my mask.

I suppose I should be happy about that. He wasn’t taking without permission, maybe a kiss, but I wore a white mask.

But each press of his lips against my flesh was dissolving the last of my willpower and I couldn’t hide the slick that he was creating and was soaking my panties.

He crawled further up my body, pulling at the straps of my dress, uncovering my breasts, and his mouth lowered as he took my hard nipple in his mouth. Pulling and sucking until I gasped.

Did kissing my nipple count?

I didn’t know and my urgency for more was building fast, but he slowed his pace, almost to a stop as only the tip of his tongue licked over the very end of my now needy nipple.

“Don’t stop,” I begged. My voice was a low whisper.

“Pink mask,” he said as we locked eyes.

“God, yes.”

He grinned, and I wanted to push his mask from his face, wanted to see the man that was with me. What I could see was a man around fifteen years older than my twenty-five years, not that the age-gap was a problem. Certainly not when he was sporting a baton for a cock.

His grin morphed into a pleasant smile, warm and inviting. Instead of taking advantage of the imaginary pink mask, he crawled further up my body and kissed me hard. “Can I take off your mask?”

I shook my head. “We’re not supposed to remove them. We’re supposed to protect our identity at all times. You might turn into a stalker.”

He laughed, which sent tingles to my core, but something about this man made me feel so alive.

“You’re mine, regardless. If you don’t pick our pack, we will stalk you. Don’t doubt that for one moment,” he said.

Brazen.

“Then I’ll need to get a restraining order on you,” I quipped. “But England is a long way to stalk someone.”

He laughed. “I know what you look like because Finn sent me a picture, not that I was too happy with you dancing with other men.”

“I’m single and can do whatever I want to,” I said, raising my eyebrows defiantly.

He roared with laughter. “Oh Isla, you became taken the moment Harrison inhaled your perfume and told the pack he found you. And if I remember rightly, you’re no longer single. You’ve already married into the pack.”

“Did Harrison trick me?” I said, pushing against his hard chest.

“No, he wanted to protect you against your ex-fiance.” He shook his head. It was almost to himself as he sighed. “I can’t believe how close we were to forever losing you.”

Tilting my head to one side, listening to King as he spoke. It was as if he truly believed everything he said. But there was something about his possessiveness that fired the sparks inside me. Or, perhaps, it was the steel bar that was throbbing against my sex.

His weight was too heavy for me to move, so I reached my hand down to move his dick away. He grasped my wrist and held it against the mattress.

“Do you want me?” he whispered in my ear. “Do you want to feel me inside you?”

I didn’t answer, only swallowed.

He lowered his mouth to my breast, gently taking the nipple into his warm mouth as pleasure once again fired to my clit. Then he changed his mind, as he quickly rose to his feet, dragging my dress and throwing it on the floor, and smiling at my surprised face.

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