Page 159 of By His Vow

“Not yet, baby.”

“Oh god, yes,” she cries when I crawl down her body and drop onto my stomach between her thighs.

“Been looking forward to my dessert,” I confess before leaning forward and licking up her pussy, letting her taste flood my mouth. “Fucking delicious,” I mutter before diving back for more.

With my mouth on her clit and my fingers deep in her cunt, I work her until her back arches off the bed and she screams out my name.

Makes me feel like the motherfucking king that I am.

I kiss and lick my way up her body. Her fingers twist in my hair in an attempt to make me move faster.

The second I’m within reaching distance, she lifts from the bed and swipes her tongue across my lips, tasting herself.

“Filthy,” I muse before deepening the kiss once more as I wrap her legs around my waist.

My dick brushes against her pussy, the heat of her practically burning me.

Her nails scratch my scalp before she begins clawing at my shoulders. She’s rough enough to draw blood, and I fucking love it.

“Animal,” I mutter as I reach for myself and press the thick head of my cock against her entrance.

Her muscles ripple, desperately trying to suck me deeper.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I attempt to dig up some self-control so I don’t blow the second I push inside her.

I’ve been with more women than I care to even try to count, but none of them matter. Right now, this moment. It feels like the first time all over again.

“King, I need you,” Tatum begs, her wide, dark eyes staring up at me.

“Fuck. Hearing you say that does things to me.”

She circles her hips and I grit my teeth.

“Please,” she whispers. The plea is so quiet, so soft, I’m not even sure it’s real, but it’s enough to shatter the thin grip I have on my control.

My hips punch forward, and I fill her pussy in one swift move.

She cries out as her body fights to adjust to my size.

I, however, just grit my teeth and fight to hold still.

“Move, please,” she begs, her hands sliding down my back to grab my ass and pull me even deeper.

“Fuck,” I groan as her pussy ripples.

I was wrong earlier.

This is better than anything my imagination could come up with.

“Tatum, you feel fucking incredible,” I groan through gritted teeth.

“Fuck me, King,” she whispers. “Let me feel you.”

Dropping my head to hers, I hold her eye contact, our increased breaths mingling as I do as she suggests.

All the air punches from my lungs as I pull out and then push back inside.

Fuck.