Page 53 of Taming Dahlia

This kiss was rough and insistent, one made of passionate possession and very little else.

King placed his hands on the back of my thighs and hoisted me up on the counter. My breath halted as he yanked me toward him, my legs enclosing his waist on instinct. All of my thoughts left my brain when I felt just how hard he was against me and I let out a needy whimper when he rocked into me.

“Can I?” King tugged at the hem of my shirt, and after giving him a nod, he pulled it off me in one swift movement.

His mouth immediately latched onto one of my breasts, and I threw back my head back, crying out as his tongue sucked and licked at my nipple. Sharp waves of pleasure coursed through me when he introduced his teeth, nibbling gently at the sensitive bud.

I sighed, pushing my chest toward him to do as he pleased.

His hand gently swatted the back of my thigh, signaling for me to stand on my toes. As I followed the silent instruction, King pulled away so he could drag the pajama shorts down my legs and when I was left only in my underwear, he took a long look at me. I could feel his eyes roaming over my bare skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

It would be a lie if I said that I had never thought about this before.

He had an annoying habit of training with his shirt off, which would often leave me wondering just how firm his muscles would feel beneath my palms. Who would have thought that it would be this easy to find out?

“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve seen,” King breathed, his voice scarily sincere as returned to his previous position between my thighs. The coarseness of his clothes felt amazing against the thin and delicate material of my panties and I was sure that by now he could feel how wet and desperate I already was for him.

Between my legs, his palm pressed roughly over the soaked crotch of my underwear.

“Please, touch me,” I whined when the throbbing between my legs started to borderline hurt. Just as I was about to start demanding for him to do something, he placed a light kiss on my collarbone, his lips moving against my flushed skin as he murmured, “I want to eat you out,” — and really, who was I to tell him what he could and couldn’t do?

I bit my lip when I felt him pushing my underwear aside, his fingers brushing over the slick, exposed flesh. I had a stray thought about how Jack was going to kill us for doing this in the kitchen, but then King pressed his thumb against my clit, and I forgot all about it.

I almost outright whined in disappointment when his fingers suddenly left me so that he could pull my underwear down, but then he slid down to his knees and propped one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading me wide. He glanced at my face, eyebrow quirked in a silent question, but I was already threading my hand through his dark hair and tugging him down where I needed him the most.

I gasped as he gently nipped at the sensitive skin of my inner thighs before he settled in, licking a long stripe over my folds. My gasp turned into a high-pitched keen. I was absolutely not prepared for the heat of his mouth, the stir of sensitivity I felt when his tongue hinted at brushing against my clit. A jolt went up my spine when hummed against me — his pleased, muffled groan vibrating through me as he briefly circled my entrance with his tongue — before his mouth moved up to lap at my swollen clit.

“That’s right. Let me hear you. Put your hands in my hair and take what you want.”

Guided by his voice, I tangled my fingers into his hair, feeling like I was holding on for dear life. I had guys go down on me in the past, but it had always been a quick and fleeting thing — enduring the act until they made me wet enough to finally get inside me.

This had never felt like the main event before.

And it wasn’t been until now that I realized what I’d been missing on all this time.

Enduringwas not a word I could attribute to King while he was performing this act.

“Holly fuck,” I moaned, tightening my grip on his hair.

He mouthed along my outer lips, scraping his teeth over the soft flesh, making sure that his stubble scratched at my sensitive skin just right. The tip of his tongue dug into the top of my folds and I almost let out a scream when he located the little nub with absolute precision. He devoted all he had to my clit, lapping at it and sharpening his tongue into a point to poke and flick and lick. When he introduced his teeth, I cried out, my whole body seizing up as a sudden orgasm hit me out of nowhere. My back arched as I gasped for air, my whole body quivering, but he still didn’t pull away, continuing even as I was whimpering and trembling from overstimulation.

“You can come one more time, can’t you?”

I moved my head from side to side, too fucked out to answer, but King didn’t seem to mind as he returned his mouth to my pussy once more. He let go of one of my thighs and brought a finger to my opening, slipping it inside easily from the copious amount of slickness I was producing. He pushed all the way in, and I greedily clenched around it. He added another finger, fucking me on them harder, faster — setting up momentum.

All my nerve endings felt like they were on fire, and I had given up on controlling my volume as the living room echoed with my cries.

”You taste absolutely divine,” he murmured, his words punctuated by obscene, squelching sounds produced by the movement of his fingers working in and out of me.

I felt as if I was burning from the inside out — the heat making my whole body flushed and slick with sweat. My thighs clenched and trembled, my hips rolling with every thrust of his fingers inside me. When I felt his tongue unexpectedly joining them, I came undone again, muffling a scream behind my palm. There was a loud ringing sound in my ears and I couldn’t stop shaking all over, but he still didn’t slow his pace, fucking me with his fingers through my orgasm.

A mewl escaped from behind my palm and I pushed at his head with an unsteady hand, putting a stop to his ministrations when I couldn’t stand the feeling of his mouth on me anymore.

King popped up from between my legs — hair mussed, chin glistening with my slickness — and another pang of arousal stabbed me into my stomach as if I hadn’t just come a mere minute ago.

I pulled him close, our lips meeting in gentle, sweet, innocent kisses — a brief moment of chasteness amidst all the previous indecency.

I let out a deep breath, resting my head on his chest. “I’m too sore to do anything more,” I admitted as I tried to catch my breath.

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