Page 20 of Cold-Hearted King


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He wasn’t taking no for an answer, managing to jerk off one of my boots, then the other. I wanted to fight him playfully, but what was the point?

When I was completely naked, I was shocked that he threw his head back with a loud roar. A rush of embarrassment pushed up from my chest to my cheeks. Everyone in the motel had likely heard his primal bellow. Groovy. What if they’d seen me come into this room with a stranger? I clenched my eyes shut, trying not to think that way.

As I gasped for air, doing what I could to keep from hyperventilating, he yanked my legs apart. There was nothing so sensual as having his fingers slide up the insides of my legs, his touch igniting a fire I didn’t think I had. When he reached my inner thighs, I smashed my fists against the wall several times. If his roar hadn’t woken up the folks in the next room, my pounding certainly had.

Everything was a delicious blur as he blew hot air across my pussy. I closed my eyes, allowing the fantasy to remain in place, fighting the wave of shame that a girl like me should feel. Every sound he made pushed me closer to a wave of bliss. And the second he swirled his tongue around my clit, I came close to losing all control, an orgasm already waiting to explode at the surface.

“Oh. God. Oh…” I tossed my head from side to side, licking my parched lips. Nothing had ever felt this good. My legs continued to shake even as he wrapped his large hands around them, keeping me wide open and accessible. A nervous laugh bubbled to the surface and no amount of biting back the sound allowed me to hide the crazy level of anxiety or the kind of burning need that I’d never experienced before. Never.

Not a single time.

He sucked on my clit in a tender way, taking his time to roll his tongue over the sensitive tissue. The moment he buried his face into my wetness, I could feel myself sliding down the wall. His large hands kept me from it, pinning me to the wall as if he planned on keeping me there for a long time.

Until he’d gotten his fill.

I tossed my head back and forth, my mind spinning with lurid thoughts. I was shocked how powerful his tongue became as he licked feverishly up and down the length of my pussy, lapping my juice as if the finest whipped cream.

The thought was silly but allowed me to relax in his tight hold, leaving the real world outside this room. His sounds became more animalistic, adding to the heated passion that continued to erupt between us.

When he drove his tongue inside my tight channel, I was certain I’d lose it right there, gripping his shoulder with one hand while I writhed in his hold. Seconds later, I realized I was bucking like a horse, my hips swiveling. I was even stamping one foot then the other, so lightheaded I couldn’t see anything but a huge smoky haze in front of me.

He continued licking furiously, jerking me away from the wall several times. His tongue was magical, pulling me so close to the sweet edge of euphoria before backing down. He was driving me to another point of madness.

I dropped my head, watching his savage actions, my desire to be able to touch him pulling at the wanton girl inside of me. As the electric sensations curled my toes, I could sense I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer. I pressed my head against the wall as the climax rushed into me, pushing me into the most incredible feeling of nirvana I’d ever experienced.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes…” The last word faded off as another wave of stars floated in front of my eyes. I was beautifully lost in the moment, something I prayed would continue. I didn’t know his real name and he didn’t know my last name, which meant we were nothing but strangers. Maybe this is why sex had never been so hot.

My mystery lover thrust several fingers inside, flexing them open as he drove me almost instantly into another rush of current, my entire body shaking from the wildness of the moment. As a sweeping wave rolled through me, my scream floated toward the ceiling.

I had no idea how long I was in a state of limbo but as he rose to his feet, I still couldn’t breathe. He appeared larger than he had before in my hazy gaze, the slight laugh pushing up from my throat allowing his eyes to twinkle.

“Do not move,” he said in an authoritative tone.

“What if I do?”

“Well, then you’ll really learn how demanding I can be.”

He backed away and I dragged my tongue across my lower lip, admiring his chiseled face until he jerked off his tee shirt by the back of the neck. At that moment, I was floored by just how good looking he was, his upper torso carved from the finest stone. Dear freaking God, the man was built. Forget about brick shithouse. He was a god. I couldn’t take my eyes off him even as he struggled to remove his boots. The way he shifted his head from one side to the other was a blatant attempt to torment me.

And it worked.

When I reached out in a brazen attempt to touch him, he lifted his hand, wagging his index finger. “Not a chance, sweetheart. Not until I’m ready.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Oh, yes, Big Red. You belong to me. Remember?”

I was drawn to the scruff on his strong jaw, the mesmerizing look of his eyes as he slowly unfastened his jeans. I was struck that the color of his irises had changed in the dim light, and I found it fascinating I’d never been attracted to guys with brown eyes before, but his were the perfect kiss of fire-roasted chestnuts or the richest cognac. My, wasn’t I poetic today? But his eyes were warm and inviting, one of the most sensual aspects about him.

And he had several.

Yet the moment he peeled the denim away, sliding his fingers under the fabric, I tore my gaze away from his sculpted face to his perfect abdomen and further. Oh, hell, yes, I was licking my lips again, finding it more difficult than ever to keep my wits about me. In retrospect, I had found him far too attractive in the convenience store, but the fact I was in a motel room with a complete stranger defied all logic.

Feeling more playful than I had in years, when he got to the awkward stage of undress, his jeans around his knees, I took that moment to bolt away from him. Not that I could leave the room since he was standing in front of the door. I tried my best to leap across the bed but the savage man was too quick for me, even in his current state of undress.

The way he easily tackled me to the floor was worthy of another laugh. I kicked out, almost managing to crawl away from him.

“You’re a feisty one. Aren’t you?” he growled.

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