“That’s definitely going to happen.”
I sink down onto him, conscious of a sexual flush growing on my face, neck, and chest. “Are you sure? Are you going to lose control?” I bend and kiss him. “Are you going to fuck me hard, Kingi?”
“You betcha.”
“Fuck my brains out?”
“Fuck you into next week.”
“You promise?”
“Yeah.” His fingers tighten on mine, his hips moving to meet mine as I rock on top of him. “I swear.”
“You feel so good.” My eyelids flutter shut as my attention begins to focus deeper inside me.
“You going to come again for me, baby?”
“Oh yeah.”
“God, you’re so fucking good.”
I open my eyes a little and see that he’s watching me, his amber eyes bright and hot. “You want me to come, darling?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Right now?”
“Yeah, I want to feel you squeezing my cock.”
“I might cut off your circulation.”
“Ahhh…” He groans and swells inside me.
I move faster, conscious of my orgasm waiting to take me. I frown, feeling the tightness building inside me, and grind my clit against him, while he cups my breasts and squeezes the nipples…
“Ohhh…” I’m so, so close…
“Fuck,” he says, obviously sensing it, “yeah, come for me baby, I want you to so bad, ahhh… you feel so good… go on, take your pleasure from me, make me yours, ride me, baby girl, fuck me as hard as you like…”
His words tease me to the edge, and pleasure rolls over me in heavy, hard waves. I squeal, clenching around him, riding him all the way, and when the contractions finally ease up, I fall onto his chest, gasping.
“Oh my God.” I pant, totally spent.
“Good girl.” He doesn’t give me time to recover, though. He grabs me around the waist and twists until I’m underneath him.
I stretch my arms above my head, reveling in the feel of him, hot and hard inside me, heavy on top of me, then gasp as he holds me there by my wrists and starts thrusting purposefully.
Oh… He bends and kisses me, delving his tongue into my mouth, and I can’t do anything but lie there and take it, pinned there and helpless to resist. Not that I’d want to escape… he’s so big, so handsome; I can’t believe this rich, powerful, gorgeous man wants me. But isn’t that the point of being naked? While we’re naked, I’m not his inferior, socially or educationally—we’re equals.
The thought is like the sun coming up, and it fills me with a surge of excitement and pleasure. He’s just a man, and he wants me. I love him—I have no doubt about that now. And although it’s too soon to say it, I can show him with my body, and my mouth. I remember him saying that Sabrina didn’t say much in bed and wasn’t enthusiastic at all. All men like enthusiasm, more than anything else.
“Yeah…” I whisper as he kisses down my neck, still thrusting hard, “oh that feels so good.”
“You like that?” He takes big, hungry bites out of my neck. “You like my cock inside you?”
“Ah yes… fuck me, Kingi.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”