King Sized Read online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Historical Fiction, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 87(@300wpm)
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“I don’t want to stop.”

He lifts his head, his eyes clouded with thirst. Some anger as well. “What are you offering me? Your virginity? The future king might have something to say about that.” He looks down at my body, on display in nothing but a wet, white slip, and groans, running his hand down the center of my breasts, my belly, stopping just above my mound. “My God. If there’s a female alive worth getting hanged over, it’s you.”

“No.” My breath stutters. “I would never let that happen. I’d never tell.”

As if compelled, his hips move more securely into the cradle of mine, his erection hot and hard against my core. With a bitten off moan, I wrap my bare legs around his hips and take a slow, involuntary thrust from Rex, both of us panting, panting, his fingers burying in the grass, ripping it up. “I was in your bed chamber last night. You’ve made me your personal guard. It might be insane, the beautiful queen taking a beast between her thighs, but they’d have no one else to blame. Worse than anything, you would be…ridiculed. I couldn’t bear it.” He pumps his hips again and bares his teeth at me. “I can’t fuck you, Britta. Bad as I need to.”

Reality comes crashing down on me.

He’s right.

He’s…right.

If we were found in this position, Rex would take the punishment. Not me.

How selfish I’ve been.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper, horrified. “I’m putting you in danger. I-I didn’t think—”

“Shhh, love.” Rex shakes his head. “I won’t have you feeling guilty over giving me the best moments of my life.”

“They were?” I breathe, smiling dazedly. “The best?”

“Yes, love. The best.” He stares down at me, conflict and misery waging war on his face. “Christ, but you’re sweet,” he rasps. “Britta, I could…”

“What?”

“God help me, I can’t just…stop. Not with you so flushed. Those nipples like little pikes.” That hand of his, still resting just above my mound, begins to gather the damp material of my slip. “I could pleasure you without taking your virginity. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I say on an exhale, relieved we don’t have to be done. Still, I stop him from pulling my slip up too high, my hand grasping his wrist. “But I don’t want you getting in trouble.”

He pushes my hand aside and levels me with a dark, sensual look. “No screaming, then.”

My slip is yanked up roughly and a dull rush starts in my ears, my pulse clamoring with excitement. Nerves. This man, this big, beautiful man is looking at my private flesh with such awe, such disbelief, I almost wonder if something is wrong with me.

But then he scrapes a calloused palm over the rise of my sex and shudders, eyelids falling to half mast. “My queen.” He falls onto his generous stomach and presses his mouth to my cleft, groaning. “Making you come will be my life’s greatest honor.”

I furiously try to memorize the sight of Rex between my legs, my knees draped over his mountainous shoulders, my slip bunched indecently around my hips. His mouth rubbing against my folds in such a cherishing way, I almost can’t stand it. Can’t stand the perfection of his tongue parting me down the center, licking me in a most illicit way, visibly relishing every taste. As if I’m doing him the service, not the other way around.

He thrusts his hips against the earth, his broad buttocks flexing and straining inside his wet pants, his hands turning rougher on my thighs, holding them open, kneading them. And he grunts with every crude pump, laving his tongue against my opening, dragging higher, higher and—

I slap a hand over my mouth to trap the scream.

“There, there, there.”

Rex’s palms ride up my thighs to my hips, then up to my breasts, massaging them with possessive hands, the tip of his tongue now focused on that magnificent spot at the apex of my sex, licking it gently, then rough. Gently, then rough.

“Rex,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”

Something is culminating inside of me. I’m not sure what. But if he leaves me off here, before I get there, I will scream the sky down. I’m sure of it. I barely know myself, this girl who twists her fingers in Rex’s black hair and drops her knees wide, bucking and writhing on the grass, sun beating down on her body. Is that whining sound coming from me?

His lower body slaps against the ground now, hot, punctuated breaths from his nostrils warming my wet flesh as his tongue works, works, works. I allow myself to imagine him on top of me, those big hips flexing and pumping frantically, and that image is what takes me away. My whole body seems to seize, my thighs trapped in a shaking fit, my throat raw from trying to hold in the screams. Oh, oh, it’s heaven and hell. This release coursing through me, gripping my muscles in a state of shock and delight, warmth coursing down toward Rex’s mouth, his tongue lapping at it, like he was after that singular taste all along.



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