Page 80 of Evil King

I placed my hands on either side of his face. “I love you.”

With that, Deon slowly started to push into me. He moved at a slow, drawn out pace, fastening his lips to a spot on my neck and sucking. When he was fully inside me, I let out a moan, and he started to back out of me again at the same dragging speed. It felt amazing, making me hyper-aware of his feeling, burning me as I went in a way I was entirely welcoming of. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held on, and Deon started to slowly pick up his pace. My hips started to grind forward to meet his thrusts, and with a calculated grind, his shaft started to saw along the best spots inside, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.

“Deon,” I whimpered, “it feels so good.”

“You feel so good, baby.” He kissed my cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too! Don’t stop.”

I’d had sex before, but I’d never hadthat. The way Deon drove me crazy was unlike anything I believed I actually could experience. He fit against me like a perfectly-sized glove. If I could stay that way forever, I’d choose to do it, no questions asked.

“Shit,” Deon growled. He lifted his head and looked down at me. I loved the look of his face. “I’m gonna have to get used to the feeling of you so that I can last a bit longer.”

“I don’t know that I’d stay conscious if you could,” I replied.

Deon slammed into me, and an orgasm snapped out of me like having the wind knocked out of my lungs. My whole center exploded, and I went numb other than the feeling of Deon pounding even further and faster into me.

Finally, he pulled out of me, and with the sexiest growl, his seed came spilling out of him on the base of my stomach.

He collapsed on top of me, breathing in and out deeply. We both shook and shuddered in the wakes of our orgasms, each trying to catch our breath until Deon finally mustered up enough energy to prop himself up over me.

“Good morning,” he said with a sly smile.

I shook my head before grabbing him and rolling him over to his back. I straddled him and his eyes widened. “Good morning,” I replied.

He tapped my thigh. “Your down-there area is inhuman, so I’m gonna need a minute.”

I rolled my eyes. “I guess.” I dragged my hands over his chest, lining the different tattoos. It’d probably take years before I knew what all of them meant, but I picked out a few to ask about. “What’s this one mean?” I asked, pointing at a somewhat demonic-looking red face with two horns curling up out of it that started just above his collarbone and dragging down over his left pec.

“That’s a kabuki mask. It’s a Japanese theater thing. I just thought it looked cool.”

“What about this one?” I asked, pointing at a confusing image of a triangle encircling his belly button that looked like it was twisting in an impossible way.

“That’s a Penrose Triangle. It’s an optical illusion. Again, I just thought it looked cool.”

I scoffed. “Do any of themmeananything?”

“Yeah.” He lifted his arm and brought my attention to a bowl of overflowing cherries on his right rib cage. “This one does.”

“Cherries?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Really can’t figure that one out, huh?” I tilted my head to the side. and he laughed. “Pluralize your name, beautiful. Not quite the exact same pronunciation, but it worked for me.”

“It represents me?”

His hand came up and rubbed along my face. “And my overflowing love for you.”

It was so cheesy and yet the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. “I love you,” I said with a smile.

I dropped against him and dragged him into a kiss, and we folded back into one another once again.

35

Deon

Iset a plate of eggs and bacon down in front of Cherri and couldn’t resist the urge to lean in and take my millionth kiss of the morning. She was just so beautiful, and it didn’t matter if she was completely done up for the day, or just waking up. I loved looking at her.

I was rethinking giving her a pair of my clean boxers to wear in lieu of putting on her jeans because, holy fuck, did she look sexy in those. We’d made it out of the bedroom, at least, so we were on a better path to doinganythingproductive with our day, if only slightly.

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