Page 10 of Satisfying the King

He pushed himself inside as far as I’d let him go. Which for Carlo—wasn’t all that far.

As soon as I started sucking on him, his shoulders relaxed, and his head fell forward.

Yeah.

This is what he wanted.

What he needed.

My hand crept up to his dick to help me out. Carlo had a lot of real estate to cover down here. And I wanted to reach as much of it as I could.

“Fuck,” he hissed out when I increased my suction—and my pace. His head moved back into the water, and I swear I wish I had this on video. The water running down his huge, tanned, muscular body. The look of red-hot lust on his face. And the way his chest moved up and down—you just knew at any moment, he might explode without warning.

My other hand slipped gently between his legs and cradled the softness there.

“Fuck, yeah. Do that,” he gasped out in a growly, aroused voice that went straight to my pussy. I popped off his cock and lifted it up while my head dipped down to find his balls. Carlo widened his stance as I licked him there and finally drew one of his balls inside my mouth.

“Fuck me, that’s good. Christ, you’re so fuckin’ good.” I knew the effect I was having on him. But the effect he was having on me was the same.

Maybe even hotter.

I felt wetness drip between my legs—and it wasn’t just the water from the shower. I clenched deliciously and made sure to lick and suck everything well before I moved back to his cock.

I slipped him back into my mouth. When I gazed up, Carlo’s eyes leered down at me. “I’m going to come down your throat.”

I nodded—as well as I could and went back to work. I sucked the salty wetness at his tip and swallowed it down—knowing there was much more to come.

His hips began thrusting forward while both hands grasped my head. I loved this.

I loved Carlo being out of control.

I loved how much pleasure I was giving him.

I loved how much he wanted me. And my mouth.

I loved this man.

So much.

My hands trailed up his thighs and around to his hard, tight behind. I held on for dear life so I wouldn’t fall. Carlo pumped harder and harder into my mouth. I could barely catch my breath—but I didn’t care one bit.

All that mattered right now was Carlo.

His pleasure.

His orgasm.

And I’d do anything to make it good for him.

More wetness dripped down my legs and it felt like I’d had a mini orgasm myself. Probably from clenching so freaking hard.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he grunted out at the same time he started coming down my throat. “Swallow me, Giselle.”

I swallowed and sucked and swallowed some more. Until finally I felt him relax.

His hands dropped from my head and reached underneath my arms. He helped pull me to my feet. I turned my face into the stream of water and washed my face. Then I opened my mouth and rinsed it out.

That never bothered Carlo, though. He didn’t care if I’d just given him head. Nothing scared his lips away from mine.

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