Page 9 of Wild King
The way he gives compliments so freely makes me want him even more. Yes, he may still be lying, but I don’t want to think about that right now.
“My moan?”
Nodding, he groans as he continues to slowly slide in and out of me. “Yes. I love that you let your defenses down so I can see what you’re really feeling. That moan tells me everything I need to know.”
Those words would normally frighten me because they mean I’m letting someone truly see me and that makes me vulnerable. They don’t scare me now, though. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m simply a woman having a great time with a stunning man with a cock that’s very close to making me come.
I gently rock my hips back and forth to increase the pressure on my needy clit, and he responds by thrusting harder and reaching a spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back in my head. God, he knows how to fuck!
My fingernails scratch across his back and shoulders, making him groan louder. He buries his hand in my soaking wet hair and tugs hard, pulling my head backwards and making my eyes close.
“You feel so good. I’m not going to last long if you keep ripping up my back.”
Hoping I haven’t ruined our time together, I whimper, “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I love how it feels. Let yourself go, baby. What happens in the islands stays in the islands.”
I open my eyes to see him smiling even as he continues to fuck me. “Oh yeah? Is that how things work here?”
“Yeah, so let yourself go. Squeal, scream, cry out for God when you come. Whatever you want is good with me.”
His ability to be so open enchants me, and even though I’m not a screamer during sex, I like how free he is about everything. It makes him even more attractive.
I was wrong about him. He’s not rude. He’s simply the freest person I’ve ever met in my life, and that single trait is so seductive, I doubt there was any way I would have ever denied myself this moment with him.
He holds me to his muscular body as we settle into a rhythm in our fucking. With each time he slides his cock into me, my pussy clings to him, desperate to have that perfect feeling return again.
The muscles around his neck tighten, and he begins fucking me faster and harder. Somehow even though I’ve never liked when men do this, he manages to make me beg him to go faster. All I want is to come. I’m filled with need and desperately crave a release from the tension he’s built up inside me.
Kissing me hard, he moans against my lips as we race toward that sweet moment we both desire. I reach it first, and with one rough thrust into me, he makes me come harder than I’ve ever experienced in my life. I buck like a wild woman, riding his cock like it holds everything I need to be happy right now. My thighs quiver against his sides as my orgasm races through my body, setting every nerve ending on fire.
When he comes, it’s like he’s the most seductive creature in the world. Those dark eyes stare into mine as utter ecstasy washes over him. His hands hold me tightly to him in a way that’s positively possessive, making me feel desired and beautiful.
Finally, he stills inside me and kisses me softly on the lips. Exhaling like he’s held his breath forever, he smiles and says, “I’m thinking that’s a much better memory than your first time.”
Sure he’s done this with various women many times, I merely nod and force a smile as insecurity suddenly enters my mind. It’ssilly. Of course he’s done this before. Why shouldn’t he? It felt incredible.
“By the way, that’s probably the most incredible pool sex I’ve ever had, and although we’re supposed to be lying, I can honestly say I’ve had more than one other experience doing it.”
I don’t know how he knew to say that, but I don’t care if he’s lying or not about it being great compared to other times he’s had sex in a pool. Even if he is, I can’t hold it against him.
We’re supposed to be all about the lies.
CHAPTER FIVE
Kellen
My eyes slowly open,and I see her sleeping next to me. She really is beautiful. Even with her dark hair disheveled and her makeup smeared under her eyes, she’s gorgeous and sexy.
I can’t remember the last time I spent the entire night with a woman. It’s just not what I normally do. My MO is to leave before any sleeping happens. Waking up next to someone has always felt like a step toward some kind of relationship, something I’m definitely not interested in at this point in my life.
Scrubbing the last remnants of sleep from my face, I remind myself that I’m on vacation, so the usual rules don’t apply. Like I said last night, what happens in the islands stays in the islands.
She stirs next to me, and I’m torn from my thoughts about my life back at home. We had a great time last night, but what’s going to happen today? Again, my usual routine is to be gone before this becomes an issue I have to think about, but I can’t deny I’d like to spend more time with her.
I roll over and stare up at the white ceiling. I wish I knew her name. I don’t know why, but it feels like I should call her something other than her and she. That she decided we shouldn’t know one another’s names means she’s probably hiding something. A husband? Maybe. She doesn’t look like anyone famous, so I don’t think that’s the reason she wants to keep her identity a secret.
Not that I should care. We’re both interested in a good time and nothing more, so what does knowing her name do for me?