Shelby
Aknock on my door pulls me from sleep. I sit up, wondering if the noise was just a dream. I rub my eyes, trying to get my bearings when I hear it again. The first thought that hits me is Mason. Heat drains from my body as panic threatens to pull me under. I’ve strived to make sure that my experience with Mason didn’t color who I was as a person. I’ve even managed to keep most of my fear to a minimum. As weak as Mason made me feel, I still managed to get free and find a way to make him afraid to harass me. Since the phone call and the attack on Grandma Billie’s diner, I know that’s changed. There’s a bat beside the door, but that can be a sad match for a man with a raging temper and who packs a gun. So, I’m hoping it’s not needed.
I peek through the peephole, surprise rolling through me as I see King standing there impatiently, leaning against the door frame.
I don’t think, I just yank the door open, my heart beating harder, even if I am still half asleep.
“King?” I ask groggily. “Wh—”
His lips crash down on mine, cutting off all words. He walks me backwards, pushing me back inside, slamming the door shut with his foot. He doesn’t stop until he has me against the wall. His hands wrap around my wrists and brings them up over my head, holding them both prisoner as he grinds his hips into mine. “Did you miss me, beautiful?” he groans against my neck as he continues kissing me, his teeth scraping against my skin.
“So much,” I breathe, angling my neck to give him easier access.
“Tell me again,” he demands, running his nose up my neck to my ear.
His whispered words and hot breath make me shiver as goosebumps erupt over my body. My body feels like it’s being consumed by flames from the inside.
“King,” I moan softly, his name falling from my lips as he continues torturing me.
He pushes against me roughly, grinding the rigid outlie of his cock against me, his mouth returning to mine as he bites and teases my bottom lip.
“You’re here,” I murmur around his kiss, wriggling to get my hands free. All I succeed in doing is grinding my breast against his muscular chest, my nipples hard. My silk robe does nothing to stop the delicious friction created between our bodies.
“I’m here,” King growls out. “I shouldn’t be, but I couldn’t stay away. I needed you. You filled my head every second I was gone. I’d lie in the fucking bed, and I swear I could taste your sweet pussy on my tongue. I’m addicted to you, Shelby.”
He runs his strong hands down my body, only stopping to play with my nipples through my robe before moving down my hips. He pulls me against the rigid outline of his cock, grinding my body against his once more. His groan of appreciation vibrates from his chest as my thighs grow wet.
King pulls me to his body. He somehow has the presence of mind to lock the door and then walks us into the kitchen. He turns me to face the counter, planting my hands on the cold countertop. Then, I feel his fingertips skimming down to my pajama pants. In one swift movement both my panties and pjs are down around my ankles.
“I’m going to fuck you all night baby and I plan on taking my time. Right now, however, I just need to be inside you.”
That’s all the warning I get before the warm head of this thick cock is rubbing at my wet entrance. The feeling of his hard shaft sliding deep inside me makes me moan as I bend deeper, spreading my legs to give him easier access. I’m so wet the sound of him thrusting in and out of me fills the room. The problem is, he’s moving too slow, and I’m so worked up that I can’t think straight.
“Stop teasing me, King. Give it to me the way only you can,” I beg. “It’s been too long.”
He grips my hips tightly, making me cry out as his balls press against me and he fills me deeper than he ever has. “Is this how you want it?”
“Yes, King. Give it to me!” I plead through gritted teeth. He’s playing with me, and I need him as much as I need my next breath.
He starts rocking into me roughly. This isn’t slow or making love. He’s riding me hard, fucking me as his fingertips bruise my skin.It’s delicious.He pushes into me, his thrusts getting rougher, his breathing loud and ragged.
I let out low whine of need as King reaches between my legs, rolling my clit with his thumb, still ramming into me with a hunger that robs me of words and breath. Neither of us can last much longer. I can damn near see fireworks as he continues to play with my sensitive clit.
I feel it a second before it rocks through me. It comes on suddenly all I can do is scream his name, coming had as he continues to pound into me. He pulls his hand away from my clit to fuck me, going as deep as possible as his hot streams of cum start to fill me.
I clench down on him, wanting every drop he can give me, even as I’m tired, spent and left with my face lying on the cool kitchen counter. I whimper as I feel King leaning over me, kissing along my spine.
“Damn, that was one hell of a way to welcome me home,” he purrs, I can feel his smile as he says it.
“Home?” I ask, trying to get my brain to cooperate with me.
“Yeah baby,” he says. “My home is where you are.”
I can’t even get the words to sink in before he pulls out, and gently maneuvers me to face him. He picks me up and carries me in his arms to bed. One we get settled, he grins down at me. “Now show me what you did while we were talking dirty on the phone.”
Chapter29
King