Page 55 of Ice King

He allowed me to continue exploring, even when I raked the same nail down the side of his cock, tickling his balls before I cupped them in my hand. Seeing his reaction when I rolled them between my fingers was amazing. A huge man could be reduced to limited control.

Unable to help myself, a laugh escaped and one of his eyes flew open, his brow arching over it. Seeing the combination of blatant desire and the almost dire need to possess me was an incredible aphrodisiac. I was floored by the continuing rush of sensations while I stroked the base of his cock.

I knew the minute he’d had enough, my reflexes paling in comparison to his. As if I weighed nothing, he lifted me off the floor, tossing me onto the bed. Every action taken was exaggerated, perhaps trying to prove something to me. Like his worth.

Even though I knew fighting him playfully was unsustainable, I did so anyway until he dropped to one knee, pushing my legs up and apart. As soon as he placed his mouth on me, I was floored by the excessive heat he exuded. And he was only kissing the inside of my thighs.

He didn’t stop there, breathing against my other leg before dragging his tongue down several inches.

I pressed my knees against the bed, pointing my toes as if doing so mattered. In my mind, I was trying to look beautiful when it had been a very long time since I’d felt anything remotely close. So long I couldn’t even remember what being wanted felt like.

When he blew across my pussy, I grabbed handfuls of the bedspread but was able to maintain my position. Panting, I lifted my head, staring down at him. Every few seconds, he lifted hiseyes and there was something entirely too sinful about seeing his face peering up at me from between my legs.

Especially when the scent of desire was so raw, spinning me out of control.

This was crazy, the rush of tingles coursing through me like electric currents. Any ability to control my actions was tossed out the window the second he darted his tongue around my clit. Just once was all it took.

Now I was tossing my head back and forth, moaning openly as I dug my heels into the bed. I sensed his love of tormenting me, using only the tip of his tongue while raking it down the length of my wetness. I had a sense he wanted me to beg him to fuck me. That wasn’t going to happen. Not this girl.

Only his tongue was masterful, driving me absolutely crazy within seconds. He shifted his actions, sucking on my clit, hard then soft, pushing every scrap of my inhibitions out the window.

My nipples ached to the point of anguish, so much so I brushed them with my hand, fingering the hardened buds. I sensed he was still watching me, enjoying my sense of freedom, which was so entirely different to me. So unexpected.

Panting, I squirmed in his hold, pinching my nipple until I finally cried out in pain.

After a rough swipe of his tongue, I jerked up from the bed, staring down at him with unfocused eyes. He kept my legs spread wide open, holding me down as he taunted me with his fingers. His breath was scalding hot, creating a series of heated tremors that swirled directly to my core.

I jerked the covers, fighting the hold by continually digging my heels into the bed. Tiny beads of perspiration had already formed, tickling the sides of my face.

“Oh, my God,” I moaned, biting my lower lip to hold in the scream I was so worried about. He was enjoying himself, a smile appearing in his eyes. How could a man be so masterful with his mouth and tongue?

He added two fingers, rolling them around my clit first before pinching the already sensitized tissue. Now I couldn’t breathe, trying very hard to concentrate on the moment, yet wondering why I was bothering. I’d never felt such extreme pleasure from a man feasting. Just the way he was taking his time getting to learn my body was incredible.

Time had no meaning, but he wasn’t in a rush, allowing me to set the pace. I could enjoy this all night, except my body had already been betrayed. I needed his cock inside more than I needed anything else.

But he wouldn’t be finished until I came in his mouth. He didn’t need to issue a single command. I knew instinctively what he wanted. Almost as if I could read his mind. Seconds later, all my contemplation was driven away, my control set free.

I couldn’t remember if I’d ever come this way, so when the climax rushed into me, I offered a silent scream. Sheer rapture settled into my system, blinding me for a full five seconds.

My body was so on edge I could no longer feel my legs, finally settling into the soft covers so I could take the time needed to recuperate.

But he had no intention of allowing me even a few minutes to myself. Granted, when he stood in front of me in all his glory,the exhaustion seemed to fade. I sat up, taking everything in. The realization that he was standing naked in my bedroom. The understanding that this was on someone’s forbidden list. And the understanding that we both weren’t able to just walk away.

He moved as close as the edge of the bed would allow, which gave me an incredible view of his thick cock. A true creation of beauty. I sat all the way up, immediately dragging my finger down the underside. With a single lift of my gaze, I enjoyed a moment watching him freefall. I was certain he’d experienced his share of women given his hotter-than-hell status, but what we were sharing didn’t feel manufactured.

In fact, the driving need felt as if we were supposed to be together. The ridiculous thought carried me as I wrapped one hand around the thick base of his shaft, pumping slowly several times. My hand managed to fit with my fingers lightly touching, which was the reason my pussy ached the way it did.

Ford’s body swayed back and forth, his strong jaw clenched as if furious, but I knew better. He was already suffering the way he’d done with me. I teased him on purpose, darting my tongue around his cockhead while stroking the base.

The way he tried to act nonchalant was adorable, but within a minute or two, his chest was rising and falling. His cock twitched in my hand, pre-cum already beading around his sensitive slit. My mouth watered and as I placed my lips over the tip, he jutted his hips forward.

I took my time, swirling my tongue while I twisted my fingers around his cock. With the sweet taste of him lingering in my throat, I popped the tip, dragging my tongue down the underside instead.

“Fuck,” he hissed seconds later while fisting a handful of my hair. He wasn’t pulling, merely keeping me in place. But every muscle in his body was tense, his chiseled thigh muscles flexing. Pulling one testicle in my mouth brought a scattered moan. His scent was incredible, full of testosterone and the outdoors.

I was drunk on that alone while I used my strong jaw muscles. His body swayed even more, a short laugh pushing up from his chest. Every sound the man made was guttural, a deep growl that I expected was exactly like that his wolf made when in the wild.

Another realization hit me that I was fucking a man with extraordinary talent.