Page 90 of The King Contract
“Fuck, you make me hard,” I grunt.
Millie sits up on her elbows and I drop my jocks to the floor, kicking them aside. My hard dick springs free and Millie’s eyes widen. “Whoa.”
“Please, keep feeding my ego.” I grin. “I’ll be gentle, I promise.”
Millie swallows loudly as I step closer, stroking up and down my shaft. “I don’t want you to be gentle.”
A volt of electricity shoots to my cock and my grin vanishes as I push Millie onto her back. I straddle her again and line myself up, rubbing my dick over her underwear in slow strokes. Her eyes roll into the back of her head, her breaths becoming shorter and shallower.
I replace my dick with my hand, gently rubbing up and down over the lace, my jaw gritting when I feel how wet she is through the material. “You are so wet.”
Millie groans as I push the material aside and slide my fingers into her slit. She’s soaking and it only makes me harder. I’m going to have to work to not blow my load in an embarrassingly short time.
I readjust myself so I’m hovering above her, keeping my hand between her legs. She gazes up at me with fire in her eyes and grabs my face, pulling me in for a ravaging kiss.
My tongue sweeps into her mouth hungrily, eagerly swallowing the gasps and moans she’s crying out with. I turn my hand so the palm of it rubs against her mound, and she lifts her hips, meeting me as I continuously rub against her.
She rips her mouth from mine, out of breath. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
“Good.” I keep my moving my hand, leaning back so I can watch her face. “I want you to come right now like a good girl.”
She moans at those words, and I keep moving my hand, watching as she climbs to her climax. “That’s it, Millie. Keep moving against me. You look so hot, getting yourself off.” When she cries out at her release, I almost come myself. She snaps her head back and sits in her bliss for several beats before peeking her eyes at me.
“You have magic hands,” she purrs.
“I do,” I agree. “I also think you have a praise kink.” Millie looks at me quizzically. “You like encouragement and rewards for your efforts,” I add.
Millie grins lazily. “That’s not exactly news. I’m a do-gooding, overachiever, remember?”
“True. You like feedback,” I whisper hoarsely, skating my lips over the shell of her ear. Millie shudders beneath me. “You liked it when I ordered you to ride my face in the tent. You liked it when I told you how sexy you looked making yourself come. You like being told you’re a good girl.”
Millie inhales sharply, her hands reaching up to dig into my flesh. When I pull back to peer down at her, I find her gaze blazoned with lust, her chest heaving with shallow pants. “Tell me you brought condoms,” she rasps.
“Of course I did.”
She smirks. “Now, who’s presumptuous?”
“Not presumptuous, prepared.” I scoot off her and dive for the box of condoms in my overnight bag so fast that Millie laughs. When I come back to the foot of the bed, she’s still tittering to herself, her dark curls splayed above her head, her cheeks rosy from exertion. She’s ethereal.
My hands fish out a condom and I tear open the packet with my teeth, spitting the wrapper on the floor. I lift my gaze to Millie’s face as I roll the condom on and her eyes flare with heat. As I lower my body back over hers, her breaths become uneven.
I kiss her again. Fireworks dance in my mouth and shoot to my stomach, exploding with desire as I taste her. She tastes sweet from the port and her strawberry lip balm, and I decide it’s my favourite flavour in the universe.
Millie grabs my head and pulls me closer, swirling her tongue inside my mouth as if she’s trying to devour me. Her hips press up and my right hand runs down her hip to scoop her ass cheek, nudging her leg aside to make room. Millie’s legs fall apart.
We don’t stop kissing. I don’t know how to stop.
She pulls at my hair and my nerve-endings crackle at the sharp pain. I nip at her mouth, and she hums. As she starts to rock her hips against me, I snicker into her mouth. I know she wants me to slide in, but I make her wait.
Our lips somehow break apart and I stare down at her, my hips between her legs, ready at her entrance.
“Are you sure you don’t want gentle?” I ask. “Because I can be gentle.”
Millie nods. “I know you can. But right now, I want it hard.”
My heart nearly explodes out of my chest at her words, and I slam all the way inside her without a second thought. The animal cry that tears from Millie’s throat is almost enough to tip me over the edge.
“You okay?” I pant, holding still inside her. The pause is as much for my benefit as hers. I have to take a beat to make sure I don’t come before she does. She feels incredible, her body moulding to mine like we’re two jigsaw pieces finally clicking into place.
