Page 216 of By His Vow
A rush of desire heads straight toward my core at his demand and my legs fall open, giving him the space he needs to work.
Reaching out, I thread my fingers through his hair and pull tight, ensuring he isn’t going to leave me high and dry.
“Fuck. Kingston. Yes,” I cry, my back arching off the couch when he pushes two fingers deep inside me.
My pussy clamps down on those digits, desperately trying to suck them deeper.
More.
With my free hand, I drag my tank down and cup one of my heavy breasts.
Kingston’s eyes widen as he watches me, his pupils almost black with desire as I pluck my nipple, adding to the overload of sensation he’s delivering with such precision.
“Perfect. So fucking perfect,” he groans against me. “Addicted to this pussy, baby. Fucking addicted.”
His words and the vibrations his deep voice sends through me push me even closer.
“Fucking need you, Tatum. Been so fucking hard all week.”
Another surge of heat rushes to my core.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, pulling back slightly, ensuring the point of no return is just out of reach. “You like hearing how hot you get me?”
“Yes, yes,” I cry, lifting my ass and trying to force his mouth back on me.
“Dirty girl,” he mutters before diving for me as if he needs the taste of my pussy on his tongue more than he needs his next breath.
He shifts between my thighs, and for a moment I think he’s going to sit up and slide that beautiful cock inside me, but then I realize that he’s not releasing me. Instead, he’s working himself.
Oh god.
The image of him with his hand wrapped around his hard dick fills my head and my body quakes.
“Not yet,” he growls. “You come when I tell you that you can come.”
“Oh my god,” I cry, both beyond turned on and desperate as I am frustrated. “Please, King. Please,” I whimper, hoping he’ll take pity on me.
“When I say,” he repeats firmly.
My grip on his hair tightens and my hips roll against his face.
The length of stubble on his jaw is perfect.
Everything is fucking perfect.
His body moves faster, his tongue keeping pace with the way he works his dick, and before long, I hit that magic moment where he pushes me over the edge.
“Kingston,” I scream as I free-fall, my body trembling and convulsing.
He works me through every second of it, his mouth and fingers not stopping until he’s wrung every ounce of pleasure from my body.
Once he’s confident he has, he climbs onto the couch between my legs and hovers over me as he continues to stroke his cock.
“Fuck,” I breathe, aftershocks from my release tingling my nerve endings from simply watching him.
“You’re mine, Tatum. Mine,” he groans before his cock jerks in his hand and he spurts hot jets of cum over my exposed breasts.
“Fuck,” he breathes, staring down at the mess he made. “Fuck, I missed you, baby.” His eyes jump to mine and my heart stutters in my chest at the emotion I find staring back at me. “I didn’t think it was possible to need someone as much as I need you. I’m fucking addicted, Tate.”