The-Sinful-King-By-Claire-Contreras-PDF

large, hard instrument in front of me. He was slower, more
methodical, as he deepened the kiss and slid his hand into
my panties, exploring, quickly finding the root of my
incessant throbbing. I cried out against his mouth, and cried
out again shortly after when he brought me to climax again.
He growled his acceptance and pushed me gently onto the
bed. His lips became more frantic as he kissed his way down
my body, licking and tugging my nipples into his mouth
before moving further south. He yanked my panties down
and replaced his hand with his lips. It was a sensation unlike
anything I’d felt before. With each lick, I felt like I might die.
Like my heart might give out on me at any moment. It was
too much, yet not enough. When I stated that, he smiled
against my skin and took it as ammunition to keep going
until my hips buckled and I shouted out jumbled words that
didn’t even make sense into the void of the room.
I heard the rip of a condom as I was coming to, but still
breathing heavily, and then he was pushing himself inside of
me, ever so slowly. He gasped as he filled me completely and
planted his hands on either side of my head.
“So tight.” He wheezed out the words as he moved out
slowly. “So fucking tight.”
I bit hard on my lip to not yell. It didn’t feel as good as his
tongue, but I didn’t dare say that. I’d read enough articles
and heard enough stories from friends to know that your
first time wasn’t magical, no matter how gorgeous the guy
or how incredible his body was. My nails dug into his sides,
and then his back as he found a steady rhythm. He squeezed
his eyes shut as if he was the one in physical pain, and his
forehead settled on mine.
“What’s your name?” he panted.
“I thought . . . it didn’t . . . matter.” I lifted my hips to
meet his thrusts, finding my own rhythm in this.
“I want to know.”