should be in my car, or my purse. Somewhere,” she waved a hand behind her back, “Somewhere out there.”
“K, get back into bed. I’ll get it.” He walked away.
“Oh, you don’t have to—” He disappeared before she finished protesting. Really, my music? That had to be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for her in a long time. He couldn’t claim not to care for her when he could’ve easily fucked her and sent her on her way. Instead here he was, practically pampering her. If she had more spine she’d call him on it, but her bravery only extended so far when it came to Kingston.
He came back in, soundless, moving as one with the shadows. His dark skin blended effortlessly with his surroundings. She scooted under the covers, back against the pillows and watched in fascination. He really was a study in beauty and quiet strength.
“How does it work?”
She giggled. “Er, so you load music onto it, then you put ear buds—”
“Shut your mouth.” He chuckled. “I meant how do you do it at night, ear buds?”
“Nah.” She held out her palm and he handed over the device. “There’s a speaker function…here.” She hit play, then switched the music to speaker. Soft R and B flowed through the room. “ Y musica !”
“Really?” Kingston raised an eyebrow, lips twitching.
“Hey. Good music is good music.”
“Cool.”
He lifted the blankets and crawled in beside her, cold skin brushing up against hers. She shivered but didn’t shift away. He pulled her into his embrace, stroking her hair absently as she placed her head on his chest.
His heart thumped under her ear.
“What time is it?” Pretty soon she’d have to get up from his bed and walk out the door, back to the life where she only had him in her fantasies, where she watched from up close as he went back to his women and pretend she didn’t exist.
“A little after three AM.”
Elina squeezed her eyes shut, inhaled Kingston’s fragrant skin and allowed the soft song filling the room to speak her emotions. Tears and regret clogging her throat, she rose on her elbows and dropped kisses on his smooth chest.
If nothing came of tonight, she wanted her fill of King. He’d have his way with her all night, now this was her turn to taste, touch, tattoo him on her memory.
She threw a leg over him and straddled his midsection. All those times she flipped through the adult channels were paying off big time, those times she stared wide-eyed at the activities on the screen, touching herself while crying out his name.
His cock jerked under her ass, and she scooted backwards until his smooth head brushed her pussy. She rolled her hips, palms flat on King’s chest, mouth open. He said nothing, just watched under hooded eyes. She picked up his hands lying taut at his side and brought them to her breasts.
“Touch me.”
He squeezed her mounds, then flicked a thumb over each nipple.
“ Dios !” She arched, pushing herself firmly into his hands. His hard cock pressed insistently at her wetness, sparking fires low in her belly. Elina reached behind and wrapped a palm around the throbbing length of him. Easing off his thighs, she positioned him just right and sank down, enveloping him inch by thickly veined inch.
“Fuck!” His hips lifted off the bed.
“Ah. Madre de Dios !” she cried out. His sure hands moved from her breasts to her waist, fingers sinking in deep as he canted his hips and thrust up into her.
Her nails sank into the skin of his chest, searching out a hold as she collapsed on him. She licked him, dragging her tongue over his salty throat and down to the dark nipples. Rocking into his thrust, pussy spread in need, she sucked first one, then the other nipple into her mouth.
He hissed, driving harder into her, knocking at the hidden place inside. Elina sank her teeth into his left pec, just over his heart, and suddenly found herself on her back, blinking up at the ceiling. King hunched over her, face intent, eyes fierce
“K, get back into bed. I’ll get it.” He walked away.
“Oh, you don’t have to—” He disappeared before she finished protesting. Really, my music? That had to be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for her in a long time. He couldn’t claim not to care for her when he could’ve easily fucked her and sent her on her way. Instead here he was, practically pampering her. If she had more spine she’d call him on it, but her bravery only extended so far when it came to Kingston.
He came back in, soundless, moving as one with the shadows. His dark skin blended effortlessly with his surroundings. She scooted under the covers, back against the pillows and watched in fascination. He really was a study in beauty and quiet strength.
“How does it work?”
She giggled. “Er, so you load music onto it, then you put ear buds—”
“Shut your mouth.” He chuckled. “I meant how do you do it at night, ear buds?”
“Nah.” She held out her palm and he handed over the device. “There’s a speaker function…here.” She hit play, then switched the music to speaker. Soft R and B flowed through the room. “ Y musica !”
“Really?” Kingston raised an eyebrow, lips twitching.
“Hey. Good music is good music.”
“Cool.”
He lifted the blankets and crawled in beside her, cold skin brushing up against hers. She shivered but didn’t shift away. He pulled her into his embrace, stroking her hair absently as she placed her head on his chest.
His heart thumped under her ear.
“What time is it?” Pretty soon she’d have to get up from his bed and walk out the door, back to the life where she only had him in her fantasies, where she watched from up close as he went back to his women and pretend she didn’t exist.
“A little after three AM.”
Elina squeezed her eyes shut, inhaled Kingston’s fragrant skin and allowed the soft song filling the room to speak her emotions. Tears and regret clogging her throat, she rose on her elbows and dropped kisses on his smooth chest.
If nothing came of tonight, she wanted her fill of King. He’d have his way with her all night, now this was her turn to taste, touch, tattoo him on her memory.
She threw a leg over him and straddled his midsection. All those times she flipped through the adult channels were paying off big time, those times she stared wide-eyed at the activities on the screen, touching herself while crying out his name.
His cock jerked under her ass, and she scooted backwards until his smooth head brushed her pussy. She rolled her hips, palms flat on King’s chest, mouth open. He said nothing, just watched under hooded eyes. She picked up his hands lying taut at his side and brought them to her breasts.
“Touch me.”
He squeezed her mounds, then flicked a thumb over each nipple.
“ Dios !” She arched, pushing herself firmly into his hands. His hard cock pressed insistently at her wetness, sparking fires low in her belly. Elina reached behind and wrapped a palm around the throbbing length of him. Easing off his thighs, she positioned him just right and sank down, enveloping him inch by thickly veined inch.
“Fuck!” His hips lifted off the bed.
“Ah. Madre de Dios !” she cried out. His sure hands moved from her breasts to her waist, fingers sinking in deep as he canted his hips and thrust up into her.
Her nails sank into the skin of his chest, searching out a hold as she collapsed on him. She licked him, dragging her tongue over his salty throat and down to the dark nipples. Rocking into his thrust, pussy spread in need, she sucked first one, then the other nipple into her mouth.
He hissed, driving harder into her, knocking at the hidden place inside. Elina sank her teeth into his left pec, just over his heart, and suddenly found herself on her back, blinking up at the ceiling. King hunched over her, face intent, eyes fierce
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