Page 27 of The King's Boy

I could feel every inch of King's cock in my ass as my fingers dug into the man's muscular arms, holding on for dear life as I was fucked by the sexiest man to walk the face of the earth.

I reached down and curled my fingers around my own cock and then began to stroke it to King's pace. My release was close. It was clawing its way up my spine. My balls were nestled tightly to my body as I worked my shaft.

King started thrusting faster, hard, his cock moving quickly in and out of me. King's grin was almost feral as he pulled back until just the head of his cock remained inside of me and then he thrust forward, eliciting a deep cry from the very depths of my soul.

"King," I gasped as I rode the edge of a climax of epic proportions.

"Do it, my queen," King growled. "Come for me."

I cried out, pressing my head back into the hard wood beneath me as I tensed up, filling the space between us with my hot seed.

I grasped desperately for purchase, finding it on King's body, wrapping my arms around King's shoulders as a low rumble built in the King's chest.

King pounded my ass harder, gruff sounds coming from him before he shoved his cock deep into my ass and roared. One more hard thrust and King erupted, filling my body with his release.

I blinked a few times and then slumped back against the desk, my heart beating out of control. I lay there with a big goofy grin on my face as King lifted his head to look down into my eyes.

I was nearly overcome with an unfamiliar emotion, one brought on by the closeness I suddenly felt for the man hovering over me.

"King," I whispered softly as I reached up and gently stroked the side of his face. He looked so serene and peaceful, an easy smile spreading across his lips. It wasn't a look I had seen on his face before. Usually, he was so cold and rigid.

This wasn't that.

I snickered when King started to move, but then he suddenly froze in place and shuddered, the look of intense pleasure tightening his features.

"This could become addicting."

Truer words had never been spoken.

After a moment, King slowly pulled out of me. I wanted to protest, but I supposed it had to happen at some point. It wasn't like King could walk around all day with me impaled on his cock.

Unfortunately.

Chapter Nine

~ King ~

Leaving Spencer sleeping tucked up in my bed the next morning was hard, almost impossible, but I wanted to get my people working on finding out who was trying to kill him. That felt just a little bit more important that cuddling with Spencer's luscious naked body, but not by much.

Not wanting to wake Spencer, I grabbed some clothes and went to my bathroom to shower and dress. Once I was done, I laid some clothes out on the end of the bed for Spencer. He'd swim in them since they were mine, but I doubted he wanted to put his dirty clothes back on.

Maybe I would take him shopping later, let him see how I could spoil him if he decided to stay. I didn't think there had been a lot of that in his life before now.

Spencer deserved to be spoiled.

Once downstairs, I walked into the kitchen and nodded to the staff busily working on today's food. "Mrs. Anna, can you arrange a breakfast tray and have it delivered upstairs?"

"Of course, sir." The head housekeeper smiled at me. "For one or two?"

"One," I replied. "I'll take coffee for now. I have a few things to do in my study."

Mrs. Anna quickly made me a cup of coffee and handed it to me before saying, "You need to eat something. Just coffee is not good for you."

"I'll eat something after I am done in my study."

The older woman snorted as if she didn't believe me.

I hid my smile behind my cup and took a sip of the hot brew as I turned and walked out of the kitchen. Mrs. Anna and Malloy were two of the people that, while they showed me respect, still treated me as if I was just a man and not some mythical beast waiting to end their lives.