Page 52 of Coldhearted King

I let her savor her own taste for a few more seconds, then despite my resolve from before, I pull my fingers away, cup her head and brush a kiss against her lips. It starts out slow, but soon I’m tilting her head to get deeper, my hand tightening in her hair as I lose myself in her.

When I finally ease away, she’s not the only one breathing heavily.

The driver’s voice comes over the intercom. “We’re approaching the hotel, sir. Do you want me to keep driving?”

There’s no doubt that even with the privacy screen up, he heard Delilah come. He probably assumes it’s safe to ask the question.

“You can take us back now, thank you.”

Delilah tries to slide off my lap, her gaze suddenly dipping away from mine.

I grab her chin. “Uh-uh. You said you were mine for the night, which means you do what I want. And what I want is for you to stay right where you are.”

She swallows. “Okay.” The word is little more than a faint breath, and I smile.

If Delilah thinks our first encounter is an indication of what will happen tonight, she’s wrong. She was a virgin then. I’m not a complete asshole, so I didn’t push any major boundaries. But she’s not a virgin anymore. She’s been with another man.

My muscles tense at the thought. I shrug my shoulders to loosen them, dismissing my reaction. I’m not someone who’s ever cared whether a woman’s been with someone else. I only care that Delilah’s with me right now and I have no plans to take it easy on her.

As soon as the car pulls up outside the hotel, I’m hustling her out and up to my room. Even as the door swings shut behind us, my hands are cupping her ass and I’m taking her mouth again. I can’t seem to stop. The way she moans has me deepening the kiss. She tastes so sweet. If I were any other man, I might get addicted.

I lift her and press her against the wall, rocking into her, pressing my cock against her pussy. She whimpers and bucks against me. Her dress is pushed up, and she wraps her legs around my hips. My need to devour her flames higher as her nails dig into me, holding me close. If she’s worried I’m going somewhere, she shouldn’t be. There’s nowhere else I want to be.

I lower her to the floor, letting the silky material of her dress fall around her legs. “All the way down,” I growl as I unzip my pants and pull myself out.

She looks at where my fingers are wrapped around my aching shaft and understanding flares across her face. As does something else.

Want.

Her eyes rise to meet mine, and I’m lost in their green depths, my heart thundering an erratic rhythm in my chest. She breaks the spell by dropping to her knees, the red dress pooling around her on the floor. I’m not sure I’ve seen anything sexier than Delilah looking up at me with pink-stained cheeks, her full lips a mere inch from my already leaking dick.

I press my thumb into her mouth, a fierce tension building low and deep inside me when she sucks on it. I let myself enjoy the sensation for a few seconds before tugging her jaw open and sliding the swollen crown of my cock onto her tongue. When I release her, it’s only to tangle my hand in her hair. “Show me how much you can take.”

Without breaking eye contact, her lips wrap around me, and she slowly sinks down until I hit the back of her throat. She laps at the underside of my shaft, sending flames scorching across my skin. But I want more from her. I want to push her past her comfort zone.

I stroke my thumb across her cheek. “I’m going to go deeper, kitten. Breathe through your nose for me.”

She nods, and I use my hand in her hair to hold her still as I drive myself deeper, only stopping when she gags and her eyes begin to water, tears beading on her lower lashes. She hasn’t taken all of me, but the way her throat reflexively tightens around the head of my cock triggers an almost unbearable pleasure.

Cupping her jaw, I angle her face up to mine, admiring what a pretty picture she makes. I rub my thumb over her cheek again. “Such a good fucking girl, swallowing my cock so well,” I murmur.

Her lashes flutter, and as her moan vibrates through me, I jerk in her mouth, swelling even more.

Fuck. The sensation is so intense that a warning flare shoots up my spine and my abdominal muscles clench. I’m too damn close already. I breathe deep, holding on to my fraying restraint and resisting the urge to pump my hips and fuck her mouth until I spill down her throat.

I’ll save that for later. When I come this time, I want to be buried deep inside the pussy I’ve been craving for way too long.

I pull out, taking in her beautifully disheveled face, her cheeks damp and her lips red and swollen. As soon as I help her to her feet, I’m shoving my fingers into her hair and tilting her head back so I can lick and nip my way along her jaw. “I’m going to fuck you now, Delilah. Take off that dress and get on your hands and knees on the bed.”

Her eyes widen at the demand in my tone, but I’m too impatient to wait any longer.

“Go,” I growl.

She takes a few steps away from me, then stops and looks over her shoulder, her lower lip caught between her teeth. God, she’s still so fucking inexperienced when it comes to sex, and I know I shouldn’t, but I fucking love it.

At least Paul did one thing right—for my purposes, anyway. There’s no way that asshole did a damn thing to satisfy her needs or help her explore the latent sensuality that emanates from her with every look and movement and touch. Instead, I’m the one who gets to do it. Even if it’s only for one night.

Delilah faces forward again and reaches behind her to unzip her dress. After she slips the straps off her shoulders, she does a little shimmy and lets it fall, leaving her in nothing but her thong and heels.

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