One King's Way
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I both heard and felt Craig’s satisfied chuckle against my inner thigh before he began pressing kisses up over my belly. He fell between my open legs, and the friction of his jeans against my skin felt more erotic than I could ever have imagined. My thighs tightened against his hips when his lips closed around my nipple. He sucked deep, hard, a pleasurable pain rushing through me as he moved against me. As he had done with his hands he began to play my breasts with his hot mouth until I was on the brink of coming undone all over again. He began to move his hips into mine, his jeans-clad hard-on catching my clit as he thrust against me.
“Oh God,” I whimpered, my fingers digging into his back. I was in sensory overload. “Come inside me.”
“Fuck,” he grunted and suddenly there was cold air wafting over my skin as Craig sat up. The bed moved as he clambered off it with far less patience than he’d just been showing. Apparently he’d pushed himself too far. My fingers curled into my duvet, tightening into the fabric as he was revealed to me. Broad, muscled shoulders and arms and well-defined abs that reinforced my original suspicion that he visited the gym regularly. No man just naturally looked that freaking good.
And then his jeans were gone and my mouth fell open on a pant.
He had the most perfect dick I’d ever seen. Now, they weren’t the most attractive things to look at, but what they could do to a woman was. And the idea of what Craig’s long, thick dick was possibly capable of had me practically drooling. I watched him grab a condom out of his pocket and roll it up his long length.
I drew my gaze up from his throbbing erection and he grinned and winked at me like the cocky son of a bitch he was. Surprisingly it only amused me.
Seeing my smile, that smugness in his expression turned to heated tenderness and he put a knee to the bed. His hands curled behind my knees and I gasped in surprise as he pulled me toward him. Angling my hips, gripping tight to my thighs, he held my legs open as he kneeled between them. I let out a moan as he nudged against me and then pushed inside. My slick wetness eased his way and I grabbed purchase on his biceps as I tilted my hips.
Craig’s jaw grew taut as our gazes locked. “Fuck,” he uttered as he plunged deeper.
He looked between us as he pulled out to the tip and then he watched his cock slide back inside of me. His breathing grew stuttered. Watching him watch our bodies was the biggest turn-on ever.
“You feel so good,” I whispered to him.
He looked up at me, eyes blazing. “You feel fucking amazing.” His grip on my legs suddenly tightened and he braced on his knees. Craig began to pump in and out of me with harder, deeper thrusts that triggered the climb to climax.
“Rain,” Craig groaned, fucking me harder now. “Rain . . .” he hissed, his jaw growing taut as he held off his own climax.
I was panting hard against his rough thrusts, the tension inside of me coiling tighter and tighter, my cries growing louder and higher. Craig slipped his hand between us, his thumb rubbing over my clit.
“Craig!” I screamed, the tension inside of me shattering into a million pieces, white light blazing across my vision as my inner muscles clamped down around his cock.
“Fuck!” Although I was off in hyperspace somewhere, I vaguely felt Craig’s hips jerk against mine as he found his own release. A few seconds later I felt his warm skin and hot breath on my breast as he rested his head on my chest.
As I became aware of my own languid limbs sinking into the bed beneath me, I also became aware of Craig’s heavy weight. I opened my eyes and found him collapsed over me. Instead of his weight being a problem, I actually found it quite comforting.
I slid my arm around his shoulder and began to stroke his hair with my other hand.
I suddenly realized I could still feel the pulsing throb of his dick inside of me. That felt good too.
“Good” wasn’t the right word for it. “Good” didn’t even cover it.
Sensational.
Wondrous.
Magical.
I had never come so freaking hard in my life. I’d never had a man spend so much time on my body, making sure that when he did finally thrust inside me, I’d be likely to splinter apart in the most majestic orgasm of all time.
Feeling Craig’s hot breath on my nipple, I looked down at him and saw his eyes were closed. For a moment I feared he hadn’t experienced what I’d just experienced.
Shit.
I looked up at my high ceiling with the glitzy crystal chandelier hanging down from the middle and felt panic reach for me.
Not only had I enjoyed rough, hard, desperate sex when I thought I was the kind of girl who preferred only the gentle kind of lovemaking, I was already freaking out about Craig’s reaction to it.
I wanted him to have had a mind-blowing experience like I did, and if he hadn’t . . .
Oh, this was such a bad idea. He’d slept around. Of course he’d had mind-blowing experiences like this before. That’s why he was bloody excellent at lovemaking and fucking!
SHIT!
Why did I let this happen? I’d completely allowed myself to be sidetracked and then seduced. I was a terrible sister and I was terrible at fighting off temptation.
“Jesus,” Craig suddenly said, his voice low and rumbly with what sounded like satisfaction. “That—” He lifted his head long enough to kiss my nipple and then flick his tongue against it in a way I felt deep within me. “Fuck.” Apparently Craig felt it, too, because his cock twitched inside of me and he glanced up at my face. “That was earth-shatteringly fantastic.”
“Oh God,” I whimpered, my fingers digging into his back. I was in sensory overload. “Come inside me.”
“Fuck,” he grunted and suddenly there was cold air wafting over my skin as Craig sat up. The bed moved as he clambered off it with far less patience than he’d just been showing. Apparently he’d pushed himself too far. My fingers curled into my duvet, tightening into the fabric as he was revealed to me. Broad, muscled shoulders and arms and well-defined abs that reinforced my original suspicion that he visited the gym regularly. No man just naturally looked that freaking good.
And then his jeans were gone and my mouth fell open on a pant.
He had the most perfect dick I’d ever seen. Now, they weren’t the most attractive things to look at, but what they could do to a woman was. And the idea of what Craig’s long, thick dick was possibly capable of had me practically drooling. I watched him grab a condom out of his pocket and roll it up his long length.
I drew my gaze up from his throbbing erection and he grinned and winked at me like the cocky son of a bitch he was. Surprisingly it only amused me.
Seeing my smile, that smugness in his expression turned to heated tenderness and he put a knee to the bed. His hands curled behind my knees and I gasped in surprise as he pulled me toward him. Angling my hips, gripping tight to my thighs, he held my legs open as he kneeled between them. I let out a moan as he nudged against me and then pushed inside. My slick wetness eased his way and I grabbed purchase on his biceps as I tilted my hips.
Craig’s jaw grew taut as our gazes locked. “Fuck,” he uttered as he plunged deeper.
He looked between us as he pulled out to the tip and then he watched his cock slide back inside of me. His breathing grew stuttered. Watching him watch our bodies was the biggest turn-on ever.
“You feel so good,” I whispered to him.
He looked up at me, eyes blazing. “You feel fucking amazing.” His grip on my legs suddenly tightened and he braced on his knees. Craig began to pump in and out of me with harder, deeper thrusts that triggered the climb to climax.
“Rain,” Craig groaned, fucking me harder now. “Rain . . .” he hissed, his jaw growing taut as he held off his own climax.
I was panting hard against his rough thrusts, the tension inside of me coiling tighter and tighter, my cries growing louder and higher. Craig slipped his hand between us, his thumb rubbing over my clit.
“Craig!” I screamed, the tension inside of me shattering into a million pieces, white light blazing across my vision as my inner muscles clamped down around his cock.
“Fuck!” Although I was off in hyperspace somewhere, I vaguely felt Craig’s hips jerk against mine as he found his own release. A few seconds later I felt his warm skin and hot breath on my breast as he rested his head on my chest.
As I became aware of my own languid limbs sinking into the bed beneath me, I also became aware of Craig’s heavy weight. I opened my eyes and found him collapsed over me. Instead of his weight being a problem, I actually found it quite comforting.
I slid my arm around his shoulder and began to stroke his hair with my other hand.
I suddenly realized I could still feel the pulsing throb of his dick inside of me. That felt good too.
“Good” wasn’t the right word for it. “Good” didn’t even cover it.
Sensational.
Wondrous.
Magical.
I had never come so freaking hard in my life. I’d never had a man spend so much time on my body, making sure that when he did finally thrust inside me, I’d be likely to splinter apart in the most majestic orgasm of all time.
Feeling Craig’s hot breath on my nipple, I looked down at him and saw his eyes were closed. For a moment I feared he hadn’t experienced what I’d just experienced.
Shit.
I looked up at my high ceiling with the glitzy crystal chandelier hanging down from the middle and felt panic reach for me.
Not only had I enjoyed rough, hard, desperate sex when I thought I was the kind of girl who preferred only the gentle kind of lovemaking, I was already freaking out about Craig’s reaction to it.
I wanted him to have had a mind-blowing experience like I did, and if he hadn’t . . .
Oh, this was such a bad idea. He’d slept around. Of course he’d had mind-blowing experiences like this before. That’s why he was bloody excellent at lovemaking and fucking!
SHIT!
Why did I let this happen? I’d completely allowed myself to be sidetracked and then seduced. I was a terrible sister and I was terrible at fighting off temptation.
“Jesus,” Craig suddenly said, his voice low and rumbly with what sounded like satisfaction. “That—” He lifted his head long enough to kiss my nipple and then flick his tongue against it in a way I felt deep within me. “Fuck.” Apparently Craig felt it, too, because his cock twitched inside of me and he glanced up at my face. “That was earth-shatteringly fantastic.”
