“King,” I beg, bringing one hand to his shoulder so I can steady myself while moving my hips faster.
He knows what I want.
His lips on mine.
Buthewants his eyes on my pussy.
If King could have anything while he fucks me, it would be that. To watch me take his cock, his fingers, his tongue.
He doesn’t give into my desire fast. Sometimes he does, but not today. I suspect that’s because he hasn’t had me for five days.
But all of a sudden, I’m feeling needy for him.
I claw his shoulder and demand again, “King.”
A deep growl comes from within him as he wars with what he wants versus what he wants to give me because the other thing King would choose while fucking me is to deliver exactly what I want.
His eyes finally come back to mine, and a second later, his mouth crashes down onto mine.
He kisses me with everything he has.
He doesn’t hold back.
His fingers fuck me, his mouth fucks me, his soul fucks me.
This isn’t lovemaking, but this is King giving me his love.
I feel him, his energy, move through me as my orgasm does the same.
And when I come, the pleasure touches every part of me exactly like King touches every part of me. Just like he’s done since the day he made me his.
I’m a ruin of bliss by the time he’s finished with me.
Pulling his fingers from me, he sucks them into his mouth, one at a time, slowly, savouring them, while pinning his gaze to my pussy. “I’ve fucking missed this taste.”
I rest my hands on the table again, trying to find my thoughts after King stripped me of them too. “Tell me you aren’t going away again any time soon.”
He meets my gaze, a pained expression in his eyes. “I have to go to Brisbane in six days.”
I want to tell him no, he can’t go. But I never tell him what he can do when it comes to his club. I might argue over anything and everything else with him, but his club is sacred. I knew that the day I decided to go on this journey with him, and I don’t ever begrudge the time he devotes to the club.
Sitting up straight, I bring my hands to his belt and undo it. “You better get started on making up for lost time, then.”
King places his hand over mine at his belt, slowing me down. “We’ve got three days.”
I frown. “What do you mean three days? You just said six.”
“I’m taking you away for three days.”
“What?” Seriously, we have kids. We have school. We have work and the club. We can’t just take off for three freaking days.
“Your mum’s coming to stay with the kids. Brynn will help her. It’s all organised. All you have to do is pack a bag. We’re leaving in an hour.”
My breathing slows as I stare at the man I love. “When did you organise this?”
“Fuck, Lily, are we going to talk about this or am I going to fuck you before we have to get ready to leave? Hell knows I’ve thought of little else but your cunt for the last five fucking days.”
“Always the romantic,” I murmur, but I can’t deny what he said turns me on. I love that he thought of fucking me the entire time he was away.
