Page 110 of King of My Heart


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The gentleman he was trying to be by letting me recover from my first time in a BDSM club is practically gone.

He uses two fingers to feel my wetness, spreading it around for a few seconds and drawing a lethargic moan out of me.

“More,” I whisper quietly. I feel like if I talk too loudly, he will snap out of it and leave me wanting.

His gaze is on mine, and I see the hesitation flashing in his eyes. Not because he’s not sure if he wants this, but more because he’s not sure how to proceed.

And that’s when it hits me.

Lik has never been with a girl.

My pride sparks back to life, flaring its way from his fingers, up my stomach, and lighting my chest on fire.

I slide down my hand from his wrist until my fingers are juxtaposed with his two. I caress his middle finger. “Use this one,” I murmur.

I put slight pressure against it until the tip is dipping into me. The thickness of it, mixed with the slow movement, sends a wave of pleasure through me. I tremble slightly, my legs spreading apart in one jerked motion.

He looks down at my pussy covered by the thong, and I hurry to pull it down, still holding his middle finger one knuckle into my wet pussy.

His mouth falls open in a ragged gasp when he settles his gaze on our joined hands, my wetness, and the magic he’s creating inside me.

I push a little more, and at a torturous pace, I slide his entire finger inside me.

“Shit,” he growls. “So wet.” His head falls back, and I watch his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulps and attempts to breathe normally. I use my free hand to stroke his steel-hard dick through his pants.

When his eyes come back to me, a firestorm blazes through them. I slide his finger out and back in a little quicker, panting with pleasure.

He readjusts himself closer to me, grabbing my left thigh tightly with his right hand, turning fully to me, and giving himself more access to my pussy. My own hand that was on his dick comes to grab the edge of my seat, the movement creating more fiction. He’s got his left leg on my side of the car and his right knee on the middle console, attempting to close any sort of distance in the awkward space.

His eyes back on our hands, he starts picking up the movement and the pace. I moan, my muscles relaxing as pleasure zaps through them, forcing me to let go of the finger I was controlling. He doesn’t care, fully immersed in compelling pleasure on me.

“Oh my god,” I pant when he starts moving his finger around my pussy.

He discovers the space like a fucking explorer on a mission to climb the highest mountain. His movements inside me drive my pleasure to peaks we’re uncovering together. When he curls his finger, I moan loudly, my head falling against the headrest and my eyes rolling back.

He stills, his hand on my thigh tightening and forcing my blood to rush to the spot.

“Princess?” The hesitation in his voice drives me insane. He isn’t sure if that was good or not when it was the best thing in my entire fucking life.

“No, no, don’t stop,” I whimper. “Do that again.”

He repeats the curling movement and I writhe against his hand. “More, Lik,” I beg in a small voice that attempts to order him.

His confidence is back, I see it in his eyes. “Greedy, princess,” he chuckles. He retreats slightly, and in the next movement, he’s inserting a second finger.

I scream a moan at the pleasure drowning me. “More…”

Slowly, he finds his way again with two fingers. I squirm on the seat, moving my hips to his rhythm and chasing the highest peak on our unexplored mountain. He scissors his fingers, testing and stretching me, not even realizing he’s driving me absolutely insane with pleasure.

He moves slightly, his forehead falling against mine, our noses brushing, and our breaths mixing. His lips are so close to mine, but neither of us tries to kiss the other.

“Lik…Oh my god…” A sharp breath cuts me off, electricity coursing through my entire nervous system.

“You gonna come for me?” he hisses against my lips. “Show me. Show me that it took.One.Fucking.Night. for me to own this pussy.” Each pulsed word is accompanied by a jerk of his fist, and I lose control.

“Fuck!” I explode against his hand.

My entire body shakes to the rhythm of his fingers fucking my pussy and pushing my body to climax into an overpowering orgasm. He forces me to ride a wave that seems interminable. He watches me come apart for him and drinks it all up, like sealing the precious moment into his memory forever.

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