Suddenly and without warning, he tugged one of my legs forward, causing me to fall back on the desk, his hand coming underneath my head to catch me as he caged me on the edge of the dark, shiny surface. As he pushed up my dress, the cool air-conditioning caused my skin to prickle, the contrasting temperatures making me only feel more needy.
“King.” My voice was full of want as he disappeared, kneeling between my spread legs as I heard a snap before my hot center was completely bare to his appraisal. The man didn’t give me a moment to be shy as his hands pushed my thighs open and his mouth hit my pussy. My eyes fluttered back as a breathy gasp came out of my mouth.
Holy hell.
This man was way too good with his mouth. The way that he was licking and sucking had me practically shooting off the desk as he locked me in place, his mouth coming over my clit and sucking hard enough that I cried out his name. I could feel how wet I was, my desire coating my thighs, as he continued to devour me whole, his mouth disappearing for just a moment before his finger slid inside of me, causing my entire center to clench around him. I rolled my hips against his face as he started to fuck me with his fingers, his mouth suctioned to my clit, making my climax roar up far faster than I ever expected.
My back arched off the desk as I let out a cry of his name, my climax ramming into me at light speed and causing my entire body to practically seize at the effect of his mouth. My breathing was rough and nearly panting as he licked up my release, his fingers leaving me as I squirmed, needing more from him. Needing him. I didn’t care that we were inside this damn room or that it would be my first time.
After everything King had told me? I wanted to show him how much I loved him. How much I needed him. How his family and what they did wouldn’t affect that.
“King.” My hands found his hair as he appeared above me, examining my expression, an unbridled heat in his gaze. “I need you.”
His eyes flared with darkness as he kissed me, hard and unrelenting. “Dahlia, your first time shouldn’t be on a goddamn desk.”
“I don’t care,” I admitted softly, clasping his face and putting in every ounce of emotion I felt for the man. “I want you, King. Bad.”
A low groan broke from his throat, and I moaned against his lips as he scooped me up and carried me towards the couches. I squirmed against him as he lowered me to the leather and kneeled between my legs, which locked around him as he rubbed a thumb over my clit. The look darkening his green eyes was so possessive it nearly took my breath away. My hands found their way to my breasts, my fingers sliding over the triangles of material covering them as King let out a low groan, surging forward and tugging the fabric aside. I shot up nearly off the couch as his mouth found my hard, needy nipple, his hips rocking against mine so that I was trapped between him and the soft material.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked roughly, his fingers sliding around my throat. “You deserve something way more fucking romantic—”
“Do you want me, King?” I swallowed, my body trembling with exorbitant need.
“Never has been in goddamn question.” His growl was accented by him unbuttoning his dress shirt, tossing it to the side as I whimpered, loving that I had the ability to touch his cut, hard muscles now. My fingers instantly found their way to his chiseled abs from where I was trapped under him, his fingers working to undo his belt.
“You are so hot,” I mumbled almost to myself. He flashed me a cocky smile and slid his fingers up my waist, pushing my dress over my head and tossing it away, leaving me in absolutely nothing.
When he stood, I tried to pull him back, but he just nipped my finger and tossed his belt to the side, unzipping his dress pants. I found my fingers sliding down my body as I watched him get undressed, no dirty fantasy I’d ever had of this man living up to the reality of how he looked practically naked. I whimpered as my fingers circled my clit, almost embarrassed at how wet I was, but I could hardly care considering my eyes were immediately focused on how hard he was standing in just his dark boxers and watching my action with a low growl.
“Touching yourself again, Dahlia?” he questioned, moving back over me with an almost predatory energy. “I’m fucking positive I told you that was against the rules.”
The problem was that I was very interested in knowing what would happen if I broke that rule. I had a feeling I would love it.
“Only if I wasn’t with one of you,” I reminded him as his hand pulled mine from between my legs. He captured my fingers between his lips and sucked, nearly making me come right then.
“If I’m with you, I am the only one with my fingers and mouth buried in your hot little cunt, understand?” He leaned down to kiss me, my hands gripping his massive shoulders as I nodded, not even caring what I was agreeing to right now.
“What about if I want more than your fingers and mouth?”
I was practically begging here, and his devious smile had me knowing he was well aware of what he was doing to me. Pushing down his boxers, my eyelids grew heavy with lust as his large, tanned hand began fisting his length.
I licked my lips, wanting to taste the bead of moisture at the end of his cock. I wanted my mouth on him. To know what he tasted like.
“Soon,” he grunted, reading my mind. “I’m going to come way too fast if you put your mouth around me.”
I flashed him a coy smile as he ran the tip of his cock against my hot center, making me shiver at the sensation. My legs spread automatically to make room for his frame, both of us moaning.
“Are you sure?” he demanded, gripping my jaw in a firm, hard hold. “Are you sure you want to give yourself to me, Dahlia? I was never going to let you go, princess, but if you let me take you, you’re going to realize pretty damn quick how insane I am over you. The lengths I would go to keep you in my life. I won’t be able to keep that part of me in check.”
Oh Jesus, did I love that.
“I want you, King. I’ve always wanted you,” I promised. “I want you to be my first.”
My words had him groaning against my lips. “You want me to pop this little cherry, princess?” He snarled, his tip pressing right against my pussy as I tried to wiggle, wanting him further inside of me.
“Yes.” I dug my nails into his shoulders hard enough it would probably draw blood.
“I love you.” He brushed my lips gently this time, but it was accented by the cry that left my mouth. One that he caught as he surged forward, burying his length halfway inside of me. Immediately my eyes began to water at the feeling of fullness that took over everything else. It hurt. I could feel myself being stretched by his size, but there was something underneath that trying to push through. Something that felt explosive and hotly lethal.