Page 43 of The King's Boy

The feeling was unbelievable.

Pulling out until just the head remained inside, I grabbed both of Spencer's legs, pushing them up against his chest. Then I pushed back in, slowly, inch by wonderful inch. I pulled out again repeating the slow process until Spencer was nearly crazed with need.

"Please… please…" he begged.

I knew he didn't know what he was asking, just that he needed.

Wrapping Spencer's legs around my waist, I leaned over until our chests were pressed together, my face in the soft skin between Spencer's neck and shoulder. As I inhaled the deep musky scent of Spencer's arousal, my movements increased, my mind fogging with passion.

I pounded into the man, becoming more frantic with each thrust. Before I knew it, I could feel myself starting to peak. I knew I was nearing completion, just as Spencer was.

I wanted us to come together this time.

I growled into Spencer's ear. "Now, baby, come for me."

As soon as I heard Spencer scream out his release, I thrust deep one more time and then groaned as I filled Spencer.

I lay there for several moments, panting heavily. That hadn't been my longest time, but it sure felt like I had run a marathon. Lifting my head, I looked down at Spencer, a wide grin on my lips.

"You're mine now."

Spencer cocked an eyebrow.

I gasped when he clenched his ass muscles around my over sensitive cock.

Spencer chuckled. "I believe it's the other way around, your highness. I believe you are mine."

I couldn't exactly argue with that.

As long as Spencer agreed to stay, I didn't want to argue.

I wrapped an arm around Spencer and pulled him with me as I rolled to my back, bring Spencer to my side. His head rested easily on my chest like it had always been there.

"How is your arm?"

I glanced at the white bandage wrapped around my arm. "It aches a little bit, but it's nothing I can't handle."

"I need to change the bandages."

"After I shower." I really needed one. So did Spencer. Maybe I could convince him to join me.

"You can't shower for another forty-eight hours, remember?"

"Maybe we could wrap a garbage bag around it or something." I was not missing out on a shower. Not only did I have yesterday's funk on me, but we'd just had sex. A shower was a must.

Besides, I showered every single day, at least once. I had skipped it yesterday due to my injury. I was not skipping it today.

"I'll see if I can find something," Spencer said as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

I was against this action. I liked cuddling. It wasn't something I was used to as I never stayed long once the sex was over. This was different, though. I wanted to stay. I wanted that cuddle time.

I grabbed Spencer's arm and yanked him back into my arms. "We can do that in a little while. It's still early."

Spencer's body was stiff for about thirty seconds before he melted into me. I smiled and laid my head back against the pillows as he snuggled up to me, wrapping both arms around him, even the injured one. I didn't care if it made my injury twinge.

This felt right.

"How did you become a mob boss?" Spencer asked in a low voice after a few moments of silence. He tilted his head back to look up at me. “Rumor says you have to kill someone to become a "made" man. Is that true?"