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"Nah, he knows. He enjoys being the spoiled trophy husband," I tease, and she shakes her head.
Her covers slip down, and without thinking, I lean down to place a kiss on her belly. Straightening back up, I notice the shift in King's position.
"You okay, Princess?" I narrow my eyes at her.
"Mm-hmm." She avoids my gaze.
I place my hand on her blanket-covered legs, about to ask once more, when she shifts again, and her cheeks turn crimson. What the—? "What is going on with you?"
She whips her head in my direction and blurts, "I'm fucking horny, okay?"
Whoa, what?
My dick responds before my brain can catch up with her words, pressing against the fly of my jeans.
"You're horny?" I repeat slowly—I have to make sure I didn't misunderstand.
She covers her face with her hands. "Yes."
Apparently, I'm an idiot, because my response is, "But we wanted to take it slow."
Her hands land in her lap. "I know, but I can't help it. Ever since I saw you last week, it's all I can think about when you're around." She sounds as embarrassed as she does confident.
My ego drinks up her words. "Onlywhen I'm around?" What the fuck am I saying?
She purses her lips. "Yes, Sheats. You're the only one who gets me wet. Happy?" She scoffs the last word.
My eyebrows shoot up. Is that a challenge to find out? I push my hand under the covers and between her legs. "How wet, Princess?"
King's eyes droop, and when I reach her core, I discover two things. "God, you're dripping. And where the hell is your underwear?"
"Is that really what you're concerned about?" Her question is breathy, and I can't help myself as I slip two fingers between her warm folds.
"Oh, God." She throws her head back into the pillow and arches her back. I groan at the visual she presents.So fucking hot.My cock is painfully hard, and all I want is to sink deep inside of her.
I withdraw, and King whimpers in protest. "What are you doing?"
Standing, I unbutton my jeans in record time and shove them with my briefs down my thighs. "If you think all I'm gonna do is finger you after five months, you've lost your damn mind." My body buzzes with anticipation. I have no idea if it's from the time we were apart or that our entire relationship has changed since then. I had every intention of taking it slow, but that went out the window when I touched her.
I all but tear my hoodie over my head, and as I drop it, I find King biting her bottom lip, eyeing my dick. "Jesus, woman. Don't do that unless you want him in your mouth."
She doesn't respond. Instead, she moves to all fours and crawls to the edge of the mattress. She throws one daring glance at me before her small hand wraps around my length, and her tongue licks off the precum on the tip. My eyes roll back inside my head. My knees threaten to buckle, and at this rate, I won't be inside of her before I come.
She closes her mouth around me, and a shudder of pleasure runs down my spine. I grip her hair, and she moans as I guide her to take me as far as she can. With her free hand, she starts massaging my balls, and when she presses her tongue to the underside of my dick and sucks harder, I pull away before I reach the point of no return.
Sitting back on her haunches, she pouts. "What's the matter, Sheats?"
Her eyes peer at me innocently, and I smirk. "You'll see in a second,MOAB Girl."
Clasping the hem of her sleep shirt, I slip it over her head and throw it on the pile with my clothes. I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest while pumping my cock with one hand. I step closer, letting my free hand caress her breast. "They've gotten so big." I grip myself as I lean down and suck her pebbled nipple in my mouth.
"Wes!" she shouts. "So sensi—oh, fuck." She breaks off when I roll it between my tongue and teeth.
Releasing it after another tug, I tease, "You like that?" before switching to her other side.
"Yesss." She fists my hair that's tied back and its usual bun. "More."
As much as I want to bring her to the brink of orgasm—several times over—my own desire for her does not allow for it. Not tonight. I let go of her tits and shift on the mattress to be beside her. King watches my every move with hooded lids as I lie down on my back and pick her up, maneuvering her on top of me. Even pregnant, she's a featherweight.
