Page 63 of King of Knights

I shake my head. “No,” I whimper.

He releases a dark laugh. “Good, now be a good girl and ride my face.”

I nod in response and begin to rock my hips. This feels ten times better than last night. I lock my fingers into his hair and hold on tight. His hums and groans send shivers through me.

“Kendrick,” I cry out.

Just when I think it can’t get any better because, come on, the man is eating my pussy like the best meal he’s ever had. He then begins to rub my clit. However, he’s not just rubbing me.

There’s an electric current coming from his fingers that’s making it feel like he’s holding a vibrator against me. My body locks up and my stomach caves. My legs are trembling around his head.

“Ah, yes. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God,” I scream.

I soak his face, but I don’t get to be embarrassed about it, even if I want to be. I’m airborne before I can catch my breath. My eyes roll back as he guides me onto his length.

“Kenndrricck,” I drag out on a moan.

He lifts and places a hand on my back and one in my hair, holding me to him as he takes my mouth in a hot kiss. He drinks from my lips and leaves me breathless as he guides my body over his.

Then he leans into my ear and slays me completely. “You feel what you do to me?” he says tightly.

“I’ve wanted to be in this tight little pussy all day. Yes, that’s right, get wet for me. Let that pussy rain down all over me.”

Wow, is this really happening? It should be illegal for a man to give dick this good. I just want to ride his dick for a week straight or until I’m too numb to feel him inside me anymore.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll make it happen, my little one. I’ll bring you pleasure until you can’t see straight,” he rumbles in my ear.

Oh, right. He can hear my thoughts. I bite my lip and circle my hips. He groans and grabs my ass, squeezing it tightly.

I lean into his ear and smile to myself. I squeeze my pussy around him. “You’re making it hard for me to want anything but you inside me. Show me what it means to be with a king, baby.”

He growls so loud the room shakes. The next thing I know, I’m on my back, screaming my head off. He puts his name all over my body as he straight owns me.

I think my name is Kendrick by the time he comes inside me and I pass out sated and happy.

Checkup

Iwake encased in warmth. Right away, I know it’s Kendrick’s body cradling mine. I lift my head and look up to find a concerned and awed look on Kendrick’s face as he stares down at me. I look down and my belly is round and swollen.

Popping up, I palm my belly and stare. When I feel something press back, I gasp. I turn to look at Kendrick with wide eyes.

“What’s going on?”

“I have no idea. I think you and Venus triggered something last night.”

“Babe, I went to bed with a flat stomach. Now, I look like I’m five or six months pregnant. What the heck?”

He reaches for my face and kisses me deeply. I wrap my arms around his neck and return the kiss. He breaks it and places his forehead to mine.

“Call me that again,” he breathes.

I knit my brows in thought at first. Then what I called him hits me. I smile and peck his lips.

“Babe.”

He kisses me hard again, then places his forehead to mine. “I’ve called for a doctor.”

I look at him incredulously.

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