Page 102 of Tantalizing Kings

I’m cumming too. The first stream of cum makes it into the condom, but I’m pulling out, unable to resist her permission and I rip it off.

Gripping my shaft, I jerk myself with firm, quick strokes, letting out a low, pained groan as I finish on her ass. I don’t think I've cum this hard, this much before. Rope after rope of cum coats her sweaty, pale skin.

Chest heaving, body buzzing, I lick my lips, grinning as I rub my cum into her skin.

Sadie lets out a happy sigh, and I lean over and kiss her back.

“How do you feel?” I ask her, moving to lie next to her. I pull her in my arms, and my heart warms as she cuddles into me.

“Amazing.” She sounds happy, satisfied. “I’m still processing everything.”

“Understandable. It was a lot of new feelings.” I run my hand up and down her back.

“Is it always like this? Sex I mean?”

“With me? Yes. In general. Well, you’ve had sex before. Was it like this?”

“No,” she answers, letting out an adorable snort. “Not even close.”

“Never settle for anything less than what you deserve, Sadie. You’re worth it. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, snuggling in deeper.

After care is important. And I do my best to give it. But a lot of the girls I’ve been with don’t want to cuddle or be cleaned up. Thanking me, they leave here happy and satisfied, but no one wants to stay.

But with Sadie, I want to care for her. To make her feel like she wasn’t just sex to me. She’s so much more.

We lay in comfortable silence for a bit before I kiss the top of her head and sit up. “What are you doing?”

“We need to get you cleaned up.” I scoop her up and bring her to the attached bathroom. There’s no tub in here, just a large walk-in shower with a bench.

I place her down on the bench and turn the water on. We don’t talk as I wash her, ridding the remnants of what we did from her body. That makes me kind of sad. I wish she could be marked by me all the time.

When she’s all cleaned up, I wrap her up in a towel and dry her off.

She sniffs and I pause, looking at her face. “Are you crying?”

“I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I don’t know why.”

“Hey.” I pull her into a hug. “It’s okay. Sex brings up a lot of emotions. It’s normal.”

“I’m not sad. I’m... I don’t know what I am. It’s a lot. I didn’t know it could be like this. No one...” She lets out a little sob. “No one has ever cared for me like this before. When Raymond was done, he would just get up and leave to go home, or go back to playing video games, leaving me there like I was nothing but a hole to be used.”

I hold her tighter, anger filling me at how much of a fucking asshole her ex is. “Shhh,” I murmur, kissing the top of her head. “You will never feel like that with me, do you understand? I’ll always take care of you. Being with you is a fucking privilege, one I’m so damn lucky to get. You're not just sex to me, Sadie.”

I have to stop myself before I reveal all of my feelings to her and ruin everything.

“Thank you,” she sniffs, hugging me tight.

I hate this. I never want her to feel like that again.

I’m not letting this night end. Not after what she just told me, so I bring her out into the room, rip off the dirty blanket, and place her under the sheet. She smiles up at me and fuck if my heart doesn’t do funny things.

I’m in love with this girl, and I can’t fool myself into thinking otherwise. I need to find a way to make her mine.

Getting in bed, we cuddle some more. She ends up falling asleep in my arms. I never want her to leave my grasp.

But, of course, nothing can go my way, can it?

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