Page 26 of The King's Boy

If he was offering...Considering what I wearing, it was surprising how quickly I could get naked. Within moments, I was standing there in all my glory.

King smirked even as his eyes roamed over my naked body, devouring me with a hunger that made me ache with need. "I'm glad you agree."

"Oh, I do, I do." I swayed my hips suggestively as I walked across the room and around King's desk. When I stood in front of him, I scooted between the King's thighs and then sat back on the edge of the desk. "You only need to unzip, your highness."

King's eyebrows shot up. "You don't want me naked as well?"

"Uh uh. I think it's sexier for you to be dressed while I'm naked." I waved my hand up in the air. "This is your study, after all. There's probably a dress code for a king."

King's deep chuckle rumbled through the room.

I lay back against the hard desktop, flushing when my hard cock slapped against my stomach and then stood straight up in the air. The fact that I was aroused was pretty damn obvious. The man just did it for me, plain and simple.

"I'm all ready for you."

"Oh, yeah?" King's eyebrow peeked over his forehead when I spread my legs. "Uh, Spencer, there's something in your ass."

I grinned mischievously. "Yep."

"Why?"

I giggled. "You'll find out."

My response didn't seem to bother King. He leaned down over me and claimed my mouth again. We continued exploring and caressing every corner of each other's mouths, while drinking in our passionate moans.

King's hands began roaming over my body, his heated touch almost sinful. He paused at my nipples, pinching and squeezing them before sliding his hands farther down to grip my ass cheeks.

I thought he was just going to go for the big event, so I was shocked—happily so—when he moved down and wrapped his lips around my aching cock, sliding it all the way into his mouth and then deep into his throat.

I clutched at King's hair and moaned my pleasure as he trailed his tongue down my shaft and sucked at my balls. When King sucked me deep into his throat again, my hips jerked.

"I-I'm gon—" I tried to speak.

King apparently took that as a cue and pulled back, keeping me from finding my release.

The bastard.

I whimpered in protest.

King just smirked at me.

I couldn't help but groan as pleasure swamped me when King pulled the butt plug out of my ass and then pushed a finger in and started wiggling it around.

God, I loved that feeling.

"Take me, King," I demanded huskily, or maybe I was begging.

I heard the distinctive rasp of King's zipper being lowered. I heard a distinct tearing sound and then felt the blunt head of the man's cock pressing against my puckered entrance. My breath caught and held in my chest as the man slowly pushed in, stretching my tight opening to the limit.

When King had almost bottomed out, he suddenly glanced down at me. I didn't know if King realized that the entire time he was staring down at me, his hips were moving. Not much, just a little, just enough to feel him fill every space.

King lowered his head and covered my mouth with his own. I melted against King, groaning as I opened my mouth to King's exploration. Our lips moved in sync, pulling the other as close as possible. Nothing and no one else mattered in that moment.

King grunted against my mouth as his hips slammed forward, driving his cock deep inside of me. My calm was shattered by the hunger welling up inside of me. The hard length thrusting into me told me that this amazing man desired me just as much.

I couldn't be more thrilled at the prospect.

Taking my bottom lip between my teeth, I keened loudly as King took me with brutal force, pounding into me at a relentless rate. My lungs expanded as my cries echoed throughout the study.