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King gasped, his shaft throbbing as the beautiful woman above him worked her magic with her hips, even through their layers of clothes. He groaned on an exhale. “You feel so good.”
“About to make you feel better.”
Thirteen
Adelaide
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he loved King’s parents, but they had no idea how much damage they did trying to feed him so much. His blood sugar always varied wildly after he was there, and it tended to take days for him to get it back to normal. All the while King felt miserable. It wasn’t only just exhaustion while his body processed the excess carbs turned sugar, but also the feeling that his body shape still wasn’t ideal.
But no more. She was taking a stand.
He needed to be reminded of the man she knew. His personality was gorgeous—gentle and loving, loyal to a fault, and so willing to help everyone who needed it. But tonight was about the physical beauty she saw. This sexy, sensual man she wanted to devour.
His hand on her leg at dinner had electrified her. His simple touch making her want to get closer, to climb onto his lap and wrap herself around him. She wanted to kiss him until they were breathless and then do it all again.
She hadn’t been able to do it then, but now she could.
King’s bulky muscles were mouth-watering, his thick thighs and solid arse tempting her to grab hold. His stomach was flat but not ripped like Liam’s. But who, other than a professional athlete’s, was? She loved the layer of softness he had over those hardened muscles. And that cock? It was a thing of beauty. She wanted to ride it into the sunset every night of her life and see in the dawn with it too.
Undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt, Adelaide pulled it away from his body and kissed a trail down his chest, her tongue circling his nipples as the soft-as-silk hair tickled her chin and nose. She breathed him in, that blend of spicy and sweet so uniquely King driving her wild. Her pussy was already wet, her folds slippery as she rubbed herself on his jeans-covered length. Adelaide urged him to sit up, his stomach going taut while he held himself in a half crunch. She hummed, running her nails over the taut muscles before tearing off his shirt. The buttons at his wrists caught and Adelaide bit down on her lip. She loved him like that, tied up and powerless. He was all hers to admire.
Adelaide undid the buttons at the cuffs and slipped the shirt off, before wrapping the soft cotton around his wrists. She pushed them above his head. He could easily break free—hell, she hadn’t even tied a knot—but that wasn’t the point. She leaned down, laving his nipples on the deliciously broad chest under her until his breath was choppy and he squirmed. The deep moans and shudders erupting from King gave her a high. It was powerful having him at her mercy and making him see stars. She ran her hands down his thick arms, his biceps bulging as he strained. He would be exercising every ounce of self-control he had not to flip her over and ravage her, but there was no way she was rushing this particular little session.
She nuzzled the patch of dark hair between his pecs and followed the trail down his stomach to his belly button. His abs flexed in her hands. The way his lats narrowed to his waist was so damn sexy. Adelaide wished she had a photographic memory so she could burn King like this into it and never forget how debauched and needy he looked.
The bulge of his cock tented his jeans, and Adelaide cupped him, rubbing his thick shaft through the denim. A strangled gasp left his lips as she popped the button and licked and nipped his treasure trail. When she dipped her tongue in his navel, he arched up off the bed, moaning breathlessly. He planted his feet on the bed and thrust up, his eyes closed and mouth open as he silently begged her to keep touching him.
Tugging the zip through each of the teeth, she watched between kisses and licks of his belly as the head of his cock emerged, a wet patch on his black boxer briefs where pre-cum had pooled. She nuzzled him, before tugging his jeans down and whipping them off, tossing them aside. She didn’t tease him, losing his underwear as soon as his jeans were out of her hands.
She licked his slit, tasting his salty essence and moaning as she brushed her fingertips over his sac. His balls were drawn up tight, close to his body. Primed already. Empowerment surged through her, the heady reality that her touch was doing this to King urging her on.
Wrapping her lips around his length, she sank down, taking as much as she could. He was thick, the biggest she’d ever had. She couldn’t close her hand around his girth and couldn’t get much past the head of his cock, but Adelaide worked him as best she could, jacking his iron-hard shaft as well as sucking and licking the most sensitive parts of him. King cried out as she brushed her fingertip over his crack and she pulled off his cock with a pop, her tongue following the path her hand had taken.
King shook off the shirt, freeing himself. He wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed. “Fuck, I’m there,” he rasped, his voice rough like he’d swallowed sandpaper.
Adelaide scooted off the bed and pointed to him working his dick. “Keep doing that. Just for a second.” King nodded, cracking his eyes open and following her movements around the room. He licked his lips and groaned again as she pulled open the drawer and retrieved his lube and the slim vibrating plug she’d gifted him. Coating it in slick, she climbed on the bed and King spread his legs, opening himself up to her. She moaned, loving the vision before her. Thick, muscular thighs with a dusting of dark hair met, and at their juncture was his weeping cock. His fist shuttled slowly up and down his length and his balls twitched as she lowered her gaze to his tight pink pucker. She ran her lubed-up fingers over his cock, and King thrust into her grasp before she trailed her fingertips to his hole. Adelaide circled it until it was clenching and releasing, and she found herself desperately wanting a strap-on. She could just imagine what it would be like to sink into him. She shivered, her empty pussy clenching and her clit throbbing at the thought.
King was ready, desperate, and wanton for the plug to fill him. She pressed the tapered head to his pucker and watched enraptured as he bore down, his arse swallowing the black finger-like object. When it was seated to its flared base, she set it to a low vibrate.
“Shiiit,” gasped King as he squeezed the base of his cock tight.
“You are so fucking sexy right now,” Adelaide breathed. She wiped her hand on the sheets and reached into her bag for her phone. “I want you to see it.” King eyed her warily and she asked, “Do you trust me?” He nodded, but the fear didn’t leave his eyes. His erection flagged. “You can delete them once you’ve seen them. They’ll be only for you. No one else will ever see them.” King let out a breath and the tension left him. His nod this time came easier, and with a few pumps of his cock, he was back to steely.
Adelaide photographed him. He was a vision. One hand pressed against the padded headboard, the other wrapped around his cock. Feet planted on the mattress with his legs spread and his hips lifting off the bed, he worked himself. She changed angles, focussing on her favourite parts of him. Those lats, his hairy chest, the smooth patch of skin at his hips. She moved to the end of the bed and watched as a drop of pre-cum formed at his slit. He gathered it as his fist closed over the head of his cock and spread the clear liquid with his down stroke. She took another photo, zooming in on his sac and his hole clenching around the toy. His lube and pre-cum slicked fingers. She climbed up, standing and straddling his hips, her feet pressed against his sides. Adelaide focussed the camera down. She saw his jaw clench and his neck tense as he arched back, staving off his orgasm. Photo after photo was taken as he worked himself, until Adelaide couldn’t wait any longer.
She passed the phone to him, got down on her knees between his legs, and opened her mouth. He directed the head of his cock to her tongue and jacked himself as she sucked on the tip, her tongue licking at his frenulum. The salty liquid was tangy and delicious. She wanted his load. Wanted it painted all over her naked body.
Adelaide unceremoniously stripped off her blouse and bra, getting naked with one hand as she stroked his balls. When she was nude before him, she batted his hand away, taking over stroking his cock. Adelaide flicked her eyes to the camera. “Photograph this and keep taking them until you come.” He groaned and his cock flexed in her grip, clearly liking what she’d said. Fingers buried in her pussy, she rubbed her clit as she gripped the plug with the other, thrusting just enough that it hit his prostate with each pass. King jerked and cried out, his dick weeping. Adelaide eagerly lapped it up, her nipples pebbling as she imagined his seed coated all over her.
She shuttled her hand up and down his cock, twisting her wrist with each pass. Abandoning her pussy, she wanted to touch him everywhere, to feel his abs contracting as he neared the edge. She licked him, increasing the suction on his cockhead as she pressed down and hollowing out her cheeks on the way up.
King cried out, his cock pulsing on her tongue. She pulled off, pressing his cock between her breasts, and squeezed her elbows in until her breasts cupped his shaft. With her one hand rubbing his abs, and the other still stroking his prostate with the toy, King stiffened, and his salty essence shot out, coating her chest and throat. Cum ran between her breasts and she moaned, loving the warmth of his thick seed sliding along her skin. She kept working him until the aftershocks slowed and he was boneless. Clicking off the plug, Adelaide drew it out of him slowly, rubbing his cum into her skin. His eyes blazed, his cock twitching as she rubbed her legs together, needing friction there.
When Adelaide returned from the bathroom, King was standing in front of the hamper in the corner of his room, cleaning himself up with a shirt. “Lie down with me.” She knelt on the bed and patted the soft sheet before picking up her phone. When King eyed it warily, Adelaide met his gaze, hers never wavering. She’d made him a promise and if he didn’t want to look at the photos, she’d delete them. But she wanted to see the images and then have him fuck her into next week.
He propped himself up on his elbow, running his fingers down her back to her arse. “Behave,” she ordered with narrowed eyes. “But only for a minute. Then you can get dirty.” She opened her gallery, navigated to the first photo, and placed it on the bed between them. The image was one of King’s head tilted back, his strong neck arched as he cried out.
