King's Pleasure

“I see you’re a woman who loves to play games.”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Uh-huh.”

“How do you feel about getting my back for me?”

“Oooh.” He strolled toward her, grinning like a six-year-old on Christmas morning. “I think I can handle that, as well.”

“You’re a handy man indeed.”

Her sexy smile did funny things to Jeremy’s chest. One second it felt as if his rib cage was squeezing the life out of him, and the next his heart was melting into a pool of goo. The way the full moon’s glow shimmered made everything seem as if they were cast in a dream. It made sense; she had an ethereal Hollywood beauty and she was effortlessly seducing his mind as well as his body.

Jeremy reached for the liquid soap sitting on a wooden ledge, poured some of it into the palm of his hand. “Turn around,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir.” She followed his command, but then swept her hair over her shoulder so that she could watch him as he pressed his hands against her back and started working the soap into a lather.

“Mmm.”

Jeremy laughed. “You’re definitely a tease.”

“I’m not teasing you. You’ll get what you want in due time—especially after I had a sample out there in the water.”

“You liked that, did you?” Slowly, Jeremy’s hands moved in large circles. He couldn’t help but wonder at the softness of her skin, plus the heat that was rushing up his hands. He was experienced enough to know that this was not normal.

“Mmm. Has anyone ever told you that you have magical hands?”

“Well…I don’t want to brag.”

She laughed, and then turned around.

At the sight of her full-frontal nude body, Jeremy experienced another tightening in his chest. It took everything he had not to grab his arm like Fred Sanford and call on Elizabeth about having “the big one.”

Pleased by his reaction, Baby Girl’s smile grew as wide as the whole state of California. “What’s the matter? Aren’t you going to finish washing me?”

“I, uh…” His gaze kept sweeping up and down her body. “Uh…” Was his brain fried? How come he couldn’t think of a damn thing to say? Abandoning his verbal skills, he extended his hands instead and started soaping her breasts first. He made large circles around her globes, gently pinching them. Damn, it’s hot out here.

Never mind that they were both standing under the spray of cold, icy water, the two were as hot as if they were stranded on the Sahara Desert.

Baby Girl bit her lower lip while her eyes dropped.

“You like that?” he asked. “Mmm-hmm.”

They moved closer and Baby Girl’s eyes sprung open when Jeremy’s large cock nudged her open thighs. Their eyes locked together for a long, heated moment—each wondering and wanting to make the first move.

Just when Jeremy was beginning to conclude that his silvery beach goddess had finally lost her own swag, she boldly grabbed hold of his cock and started stroking him.

His moan rumbled through his chest before he had a chance to stop it.

“You like that?” she tossed back at him.

Hell, yeah. Were her hands made out of silk? Between the tightening in his chest and the tingling sensations rushing up and down his body, Jeremy was torn between plunging ahead or demanding that she call 9-1-1.

Then that beautiful laugh of hers filled the night as she leaned up on her toes and nibbled on his ear again. “Yeah, you like that.”

Jeremy turned his head and captured her lips in a kiss so powerful that he could’ve sworn the ground beneath them shook. From there, he was on a mindless roller-coaster ride that was as thrilling as it was frightening. When their lips finally pulled apart, the same question drifted through his mind: who are you?

Baby Girl wore the same dazed and confused look for a brief moment, and then that cocky, confident grin hooked the corner of her lips before her knees dipped.

His brows inched upward in surprise, but then his breath caught in his chest when she lifted his cock and eased it in the direction of her full lips. The caress of her warm breath made his toes curl. He stood transfixed while she maintained eye contact as she opened her mouth. And it was the most beautiful, glorious mouth he’d ever seen wrapped around his cock.

“Ooooh, gaaawd.” He reached out and sank his fingers into her long hair.

She moaned as her lips painted his cock with coral lipstick.

“Shhhh. Oooooh.” Jeremy was vaguely aware of the reduction in his vocabulary, but it didn’t matter. Hell, nothing in the world mattered—nothing existed other than this woman—and her wonderful mouth. With her gaze still locked on him, Jeremy found it hard to remain cool while his face twisted into a thousand expressions. Pretty soon, even his one-syllable words were incomprehensible.

He needed to sit down—or fall down. Either way, it was going to happen and he had only seconds to choose. From the corner of his eye he noticed the stall had a small bench, and he quickly and gently eased his way over to it. However, the moment he lowered himself onto the bench, Baby Girl’s head accelerated and the sound of her moans and slurps played bass to the shower’s steady spray.

He couldn’t believe what was happening. His vision blurred as the task of just keeping his mouth closed became impossible. He was putty in her hands, and she knew it. All he could hope for was that she would show mercy.

And thank God she did.

Popping her lips off his cock, she smiled as she smacked it against her closed mouth. “I’m not ready for you to come just yet, Big Daddy,” she said.

Jeremy struggled to open his eyes. Honestly, he felt as if he’d been drugged.

“I have something else in mind,” she said, winking. With that, she stood, reached over and shut off the cold water that had been pelting her back, and walked over to his clothes draped over the wall on the other side of the wooden shower stall. From there, she found his wallet and pulled out a sleeve of condoms.

“I like a man that’s always prepared.”

He smiled as he started to stroke himself. This just has to be a dream.

Less than five seconds later, he was wrapped and she was climbing up into his lap. When her knees touched either side of his hips, Jeremy held his cock straight up and then gave her the okay to slide her lush body down on him.

“Aaah,” Baby Girl moaned as she slowly eased down his shaft. Her mouth had the same trouble closing as his did a few minutes ago.

He couldn’t help but smile as the power ball zoomed back into his court. “That’s right, Baby Girl. You can do it.” He planted his hands onto her hips to help her out and when she seemed to stall three quarters of the way, Jeremy surged his hips upward and sealed the deal.

“Aaah.”

“There you go, Baby Girl.” He leaned forward and sucked one of her hard nipples into his mouth. From there, it seemed that the night was filled with the sounds of her sexy sighs and moans.

“You ready, Baby Girl?”

He waited a few seconds while she caught her breath, until she finally managed to open her eyes again, and gave a slight nod. Then it was on. Jeremy pumped his hips into her honeyed walls and watched as thousands of different expressions coursed through her face—all of them breathtakingly beautiful.

“Oh, gawd, you feel so good,” she chanted and grabbed hold of his shoulders.