King's Harlots 1-3 by J.M. Walker

Author:J.M. Walker [Walker, J.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-24T18:00:00+00:00

FIVE

Asher

MOANS. PURRS. LITTLE whimpers that were all meant for me. When my tongue slid into Meeka’s mouth, it teased and caressed. It showed her who was in control. I demanded her pleasure when I deemed it necessary. I took her desire by the reins and gave her a hint of what I was capable of. But I knew it wouldn’t last long. She may have pleaded for me to kiss her back, but she was stuck on the fact that we were best friends. Either way, I would fuck her. Eventually. I understood her hesitation but after the unexpected first kiss we shared, all bets were off. I wanted her. I had wanted her for years, but she didn’t know that. I was too much of a fucking pussy to tell her. Every time I saw her with another guy, I would head to the gym. She was the main reason I had worked out so hard. Among other things.

Fisting her thick hair in my hand, I pulled her head back. It gave me better access to her mouth and while I swallowed her moans, I grazed my free hand down her side. Her sexy as sin curves made me harder. My cock threatened to explode in my pants if I didn’t get inside her soon.

“Please,” she muttered against my mouth.

I broke the kiss, mentally counting to ten before I spoke again. The woman was going to be the death of my dick. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

Meeka inhaled a sharp breath, her rosy cheeks reddening even more.

Someone was being shy. Well, she wouldn’t be once I got through with her.

“No answer?” I grabbed her hand. “Fine, I’ll show you.” And placed it on the erection I sported in my pants.

Her eyes widened, her mouth forming an O.

That got her attention. “Do you feel—”

I was never expecting her hand to grip, to squeeze until a shiver shot straight up my back.

“Fuck,” I groaned, leaning my forehead against hers.

“Do I feel how hard you are?” she whispered, rubbing me over my pants. “Yes, I do. I can feel you growing under my touch.”

My breath came out in short gasps. I always found hand jobs boring, but with Meeka … Fuck me, she could rub one out anytime and I would beg at her feet like a fucking dog.

“Asher,” she breathed, reaching into my pants with her other hand.

When her fingers came into contact with my dick, I jumped, letting out a hiss.

Whatever took over Meeka’s actions, I wasn’t sure. “Meeka, what … I thought … Fuck.”

“I wanted to touch you.” She chewed her bottom lip, and it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The innocence, the timid shy girl staring up at me, begged for me to take over. To bring her to that precipice of pleasure she knew I could give her. But right then, I just wanted her to pull the desire from me. No fucking. No kissing. Just her hands.

“You feel … Your hands …” I stammered.

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