Page 122 of The KING Review
“Yes, Daddy.”
In the next breath, Grant’s hands are on my hips. He spins us, then walks me backwards through the living room, not breaking eye contact. When we reach his room, I think he’s going to push me down on the bed, but instead, he lowers me down gently.
I laugh as I land softly, propping myself on my elbows. Grant’s smirk is panty-melting. “I’ve got to be careful with you now, angel.”
I huff a laugh. “Only if you promise to make up for it with your mouth.”
“You know I live for it.”
He’s on his knees before I can get another word out. Hands at my calves, rucking the yellow fabric of my dress up to my hips. I nearly leap off the bed when his mouth finds the inside of my knee. I hook my heels over his shoulders, pulling him closer. Grant’s palms slide under my thighs to spread me wide, his breath hot on my bare skin. I’m already so wet.
He’s the king of the long, greedy stare, and he doesn’t try to hide it. “You’re beautiful like this,” he murmurs, voice gone to dark velvet. “Fucking radiant.”
If I wasn’t already drunk on him, that would do it. The way he looks at me is illegal. If this were a TV show, there should be a warning for “intense emotional nudity” or something.
I tilt my hips, and he groans as his mouth drags up the inside of my thigh. His beard scrapes, and my whole body bursts into goosebumps.
His hands slide under my ass, lifting me to drag my panties down. All I can do is squirm and wait.
“You’re so wet, angel,” he rasps. “You want my mouth?” He drags his nose up the crease of my thigh, then pauses, just breathing me in.
I want to laugh, but it gets stuck. “You know I do.”
“Say it anyway.”
He’s such a fucking menace. I want to whine, but I also love the way he makes me say it. “I want your mouth on my pussy, Daddy. I want you to lick me until I can’t think straight.”
He grins, slow and mean, and his breath is hot against my skin. “Such a good girl for me.”
The first swipe of his tongue has me nearly levitating off the bed.
He wraps one big hand around my thigh, holding me open, and then he sets in for real. His tongue circles my clit, slow and careful, then faster, lapping at me like I’m his favorite thing in the universe. Maybe I am—one of them, anyway. The thought is dizzying.
My hands tangle in his hair, tugging, but he just groans and buries his face deeper. He loves it when I’m loud for him. I look down, and he’s staring up at me, eyes molten green, mouth shiny with my slick. “You taste so good, baby girl. I could eat you forever.”
My hips jerk up, chasing his tongue. “No objections here.”
His tongue flicks against my clit, then he sucks it into his mouth, and the world just... drops away. There’s nothing but him. Nothing but the sensation.
I moan, desperate. “I love you. There’s nobody I want to do this with other than you. There’s nobody I want to raise this baby with other than you.”
Grant freezes, staring up at me over the landscape of my body. Then, suddenly, he’s climbing up and over me, fumbling with his jeans. “I—fuck, baby girl. I’m sorry, I just, I need to be inside you right now, I just—”
“It’s okay,” I whisper, shaping my palm against his cheek, stubble rasping. “Please.”
He’s got his jeans open in record time, cock thick and hot in his fist. The look on his face is complete, unfiltered ruin.
He pushes my dress up further, and I arch into him. I want it so bad I could scream. I want him to know it. I want him to never forget how much I want him, all the time.
He lines up, the head of his cock slick and fat against my entrance. His hands shake a little, and that’s almost the hottest part.
God, he’s perfect.
I grab his jaw and haul him down, crashing our mouths together. “Fuck me, baby. Hard.”
He groans, this wild, helpless noise, and then he’s inside me, stretching me open. The burn is perfect. I gasp, and he freezes, searching my face like he’s reading every micro-expression for distress.
I dig my nails into his biceps through the cotton of the shirt he’s still wearing. “Don’t you dare,” I pant. “Don’t you dare go gentle on me now. I want to feel you.”
