King's Pleasure

Hell, the way her walls caressed and massaged his cock, she was an armful of paradise herself. As their bodies slapped together, and her honey glazed everything between, the new lovers witnessed the most earth-shattering fireworks exploding behind their closed lids.

The brief cooldown from the shower was forgotten as their body temperatures started heating up again. Wanting and needing more leverage, Jeremy grabbed Baby Girl around her ass cheeks and stood up.

She had just enough time to wrap her long legs around his waist to avoid falling. From there, Jeremy leaned her back against the stall and started hammering his hips as if the fate of the whole world depended on his making her come.

“Aah, aah, aah!”

“You want to come for me, Baby Girl?”

Stroke.

“Yes!”

Stroke.

“What? I can’t hear you, Baby Girl.”

“Yes! Yes! Oh, God, yes!”

Stroke. Stroke.

“Give Daddy all this good candy.”

Stroke.

Stroke.

Panic started to set in when Jeremy’s toes curled and his abdominal muscles clenched. The last thing he wanted to do was come before she did. But it seemed that he was on a ride that even he couldn’t stop. Before long, their groans and moans competed for dominance, and before they knew it they hurdled toward the finish line together in one long, silent orgasmic scream.

Chapter 4

“Maybe we should take this inside,” Baby Girl suggested.

Jeremy drew his head back from between her breasts and looked up into her beautiful face. At that moment, she could’ve suggested that they continued this wild night on top of the Empire State Building and he would’ve followed her.

“That is…if you’re not too tired.”

He blinked. “What? I know you’re not insinuating that I can’t hang.”

Baby Girl shrugged her shoulders, and then climbed out of his lap. “I’m just saying, you can rest if you need to.” She walked over to the other end of the stall and gathered up his clothes. “Tell you what. I’ll be inside if you want me.”

Amused, he watched her leave the wooden stall. Oh, it’s on now. He jumped up and raced after her. When he reached the back door of the beach house, he could see her through the glass in all her naked glory—beautiful ass, a gorgeous pair of natural tits and nicely groomed pussy that was absolutely calling his name.

“Lord, have mercy.”

“Are you going to run around outside the house all night or are you coming inside?”

“Aw. You really do like to play games, don’t you?” Jeremy reached and slid open the glass door.

Baby Girl stepped back, her full lips teasing him in a seductive smile. “There’s nothing wrong with making you work a little bit for what you want.”

He walked toward her. “Oh, this brother isn’t afraid to put in some work,” Jeremy said.

Her brows rose. “Is that right?”

Jeremy’s arms snaked out and grabbed her by the waist before she had another chance to dash off. “I’m not a man afraid of a little work.”

“Mmm.” Her arms looped back up around his neck as he pressed their bodies closer. “Good to know.”

Their lips came together for another sweet, decadent kiss. Jeremy thought that he was more prepared this time, but turned out—to his moaning and groaning embarrassment—that simply was not true. He tried to play it cool for as long as he could, but this woman kept hitting that spot up against the side of his tongue that not only made his dick as hard as a brick, but it even made his nipples tingle.

What the hell?

Meanwhile, he couldn’t seem to control his hands. They were already sliding away from her small waist to roam over her ass, which was smooth, soft and wonderfully squeezable. In fact, every time she hit that magic spot on the side of his tongue, he squeezed and parted her ass cheeks in a way that would make her moan as loud as he did. No sense in him being the only one sounding like he was on the verge of another orgasm.

At some point, she started moving, forcing him to walk backward. Hell, he didn’t care where they were going as long as she was coming with him. But then he bumped into something hard and she delivered a hard shove against his chest that sent him reeling backward.

“Heeey…?” He landed on his back on a soft couch that had at least two-dozen pillows on it.

“Comfy?” she asked, standing above him with her hands nestled on her hips.

He smiled, loving how she towered over him like an Amazon warrior. Yet he still had the same recurring thought looping inside of his head: please don’t hurt me.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” she inquired.

“Not yet. But why don’t you turn some lights on in here? I want to be able to see every inch of you.”

She walked over to the lamp behind the couch and clicked it on. “Better?”

“Much better.” His gaze danced over her curves again.

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, Baby Girl crawled up and over the arm of the sofa, and then up his long, muscular body. “My God, you look like somebody chiseled you out of milk chocolate,” she cooed. Then she dipped her head and ran her tongue over the ridges of his hard six-pack. “Mmm. Sweet.”

The air oozed out of Jeremy’s lungs in a long, soft hiss as he watched her wicked pink tongue as it rolled up the center of his body. He was so turned on that his cock jumped reflexively against his thigh.

“Now, since you’ve tasted me, you could give a brother a sample.”

Her brow hitched. “Just a sample?”

“Well, if you’re offering a brother all he can eat, then I can handle that, too.” He reached down and gave her ass a hard squeeze.

“I think that I can handle that.” But before she complied, Baby Girl slanted her mouth over his so that their tongues could dance and caress each other.

Hot, wet and sweet as hell, Jeremy didn’t mind the sugar rush that shot straight to his head. But he absolutely loved the extraordinary sensations that twirled and swirled inside him. In all honesty, Jeremy had never felt anything like it—and it was definitely a feeling that he could get used to.

When their lips finally pulled away, Baby Girl smiled. “I hope that you’re hungry.”

“Starved.” His lips hitched upward as he delivered a smack against the bottom of her ass. He watched as her eyes twinkled with excitement before she resumed her languid climb up his body. In no time, Baby Girl planted her knees on both sides of his head and he was face-to-face with her beautifully trimmed pussy. His chest tightened and if he didn’t know any better, he would say that there were butterflies fluttering behind his iron-hard abs, to say nothing of his cock, which was standing as straight and hard as a flagpole.