Page 217 of Dark King Daddy

The pleasure built quickly. I tried to watch him, but my eyes kept closing. His mouth was warm and wet, his rhythm steady, and I could feel myself getting closer with each stroke of his tongue.

“Don’t stop.”

He didn’t. Even when my thighs began to shake, even when I pulled at the sheets and said his name in a voice that barely sounded like mine, he kept doing exactly what I needed.

I came with my back arching off the mattress. He held my hips through it, easing the pressure of his tongue as the first hard contractions gave way to smaller shivers. By the time he kissed the inside of my thigh, I couldn’t have lifted my head if the house had fallen down around us.

“Hello,” he said.

I opened my eyes. His mouth was wet. He looked extremely pleased with himself.

“You’re smug.”

“A little.”

“I’ll allow it,” I admitted.

He laughed and kissed my knee.

I reached for him. He came up beside me, and I caught the hem of his T-shirt.

“This is becoming unfair.”

He took off the shirt, then stood to remove the rest of his clothes. I watched, still catching my breath, and when he returned to the bed I put a hand against his chest.

His heart was beating hard.

I liked knowing that. Liked feeling the answer beneath my palm.

He kissed me before reaching into the nightstand drawer. I heard the click of the lubricant cap. Then he showed me the small, tapered toy.

“Still what you want?”

“Yes.”

He waited until I’d settled comfortably before touching it to me. The lubricant was cool; the pressure unfamiliar. I breathed out, watching his face as he eased the toy in, his other hand steady on my hip.

He took his time. I felt the gradual stretch, the fullness as my body adjusted, and gripped his forearm without meaning to.

He stopped.

“Okay?”

I took another breath and let it out.

“Okay. Very okay.”

His thumb moved over my hip. I nodded, and he continued gently until the toy was settled, its base outside my body.

“Oh,” I said again.

He watched me. I could see the desire in his face, and the care, and I loved that he wasn’t making me choose between them.

He adjusted the toy slightly. The sensation caught me by surprise, deep and unfamiliar, and I reached for him.

“Please. I need you.”

He moved above me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, felt the head of his cock at my entrance, and lifted my hips to meet him.