Page 67 of Cold-Hearted King


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“This wouldn’t have anything to do with what you wanted. Would it?”

“Not at all. I’m thinking of your health.” She rolled her fingertips along my shoulder blade, following the trail with her heated gaze. I was quite certain the two of us were going to burst into flames.

“Well, when you put it that way, I’ll have to give it some definite consideration, especially since you need a man to keep you in line, doling out spankings at least four times a week.”

Jessie jerked back her head, eyeing me like a predator would the moment she found her prey. The way she wagged her finger in front of my face was just another reason I already adored her. “I don’t think so, city slicker.”

In response, I issued another hearty growl, snapping my lips around her finger, sucking with all the gusto I could.

The way she burst into laughter warmed my heart and created another fierce ache in my cock. The woman was everything I’d wanted.

Yet I was nothing she needed.

However, the truth was I was leaning toward staying. Why couldn’t I operate a business here, away from my father’s asinine activities? Even the idea of a wedding venue wasn’t bad. I could certainly see the feisty woman running it.

I was set to gain the controlling stock in the next sixty days so I could do any damn thing I wanted without my father’s approval. It was time for him to retire anyway. Maybe I’d force his hand, shoving him the rest of the way out of my life.

She cooed, the sultry sound bringing me back to the sinful moment.

“Don’t think about it too long, city slicker, or that big brain of yours might fry.” Every action dramatic, she jerked her finger from my mouth, rubbing it across the seam of her mouth as she narrowed her eyes.

Goddamn, the woman could force a fire to erupt from wet embers. My balls were tight as drums, my heart thudding to the point I had difficulty hearing anything else.

She managed to slip her hand between us, crawling her fingers to my cock, which was currently throbbing to the point of utter pain. I hadn’t come so hard or so often in years. If ever. With a gentle yet forceful push, she managed to drive me back by a foot. Just enough for her to ease onto her knees.

The moment she wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, bringing the tip to her hot little mouth, I slapped one hand against the shower wall, the other against the glass door.

She blew across the tip and giggled all over again. “Be careful, big boy. Shattering glass isn’t in your best interest.”

“What is?” I growled, the sound barely recognizable.

“This.” She engulfed several inches, using her strong jaw muscles to suck and almost instantly I threw my head back, gasping from the myriad wonderful sensations.

“Fuck, your mouth is hot. A little weapon in disguise. Just like the woman.” Jabs of electric current tore through me, prickles over-sensitizing my skin.

“Mmm…” She went down on my shaft another two inches, her tongue constantly swirling back and forth.

I fisted her hair, holding her in place, as if she had any intentions of going anywhere. As I slowly lowered my head, my inability to focus made me grin like some kid. She had a way about her that was dazzling, startling to the brutal man inside. I wanted to start every morning this way.

As I was forced to take several deep breaths, the steam rising in the shower only added to the rapid pulse drumming inside my head and in my neck. Every muscle was tense as I rolled onto the balls of my feet, trying to keep control. I wanted nothing more than to fill her with my seed all over again. That would wait.

Maybe I would claim her mouth two or three times later in the day. When would enough be enough? I knew the answer. Around her I was insatiable.

I pumped inside her mouth, savoring the sounds she made the moment the tip hit the back of her throat. She peered up at me, pressing one hand on my thigh and squeezing my balls with the other.

“Fuck. You’re so damn… bad. I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Around her, all I could think of were filthy words and deeds, my mind remaining a blur as she sucked even harder. When I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it much longer, I pushed her away, slamming against the back wall of the shower. My chest heaving, I took several deep breaths once again as I raked my hand through my hair. “You’re so going to get it.”

If only we could remain this way. She beckoned me with all four of her fingers, tilting her head in a salacious jerk. “Come get it, big boy. I double dare you.”

“Be careful what you ask for, you little wild creature.” All I had to do was to take a single step forward and she was in my arms. The moment I lifted her off her feet, forcing her legs around me and thrusting my cock all the way inside, she squealed. I kept us both under the cascading water, pushing her against the tile and planting my hands on either side of her.

She laughed and moaned, pressing her knees against my hips and digging her fingers into my shoulders.

I bent my knees, switching the angle until she lolled her head from pleasure. There was nothing like seeing the dichotomy of expressions crossing her face. Lust and need, frustration and excitement. I could watch her for hours and nothing else. Oh, who was I kidding? That wasn’t exactly true. She was far too enticing, which I wouldn’t be able to stand for long. I wasn’t a man known to have any patience.

Yes, when I saw something I wanted, well, there was no turning back. And dear God, I wanted her. Every inch. Every moment. Every good and bad experience. I’d heard my brother talk about falling in love, which he’d done more than once in his life. He’d made it sound so breathtaking, so amazing that he didn’t care how many times he had his heart broken, it was worth every minute of despair.

I’d laughed at him, calling him ridiculous and that there was no such thing as instant love, only lust. But being with Jessie was making me question everything about love and about myself.

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