“Everything’s fine. He knocked out as soon as the lights went out,” I murmur softly. “I’m tired, Kingston. It’s been a really long day.”
“Are you ready for bed?”
I nod and turn back toward the hallway. “Is everything locked up?”
“Of course.” He takes my hand and leads me down the hallway to his bedroom. When he opens the door and flips on the light, he pulls me in, trapping me in a tight embrace. “Thank you for being so good with my kids, Queenie. For being good to me.”
“You don’t have to thank me.”
“A good woman should always know she’s appreciated by the man in her life.”
“Kingston—”
He lips land on mine before I can argue anything, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like I’m finally home.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Caveman Demands
Missy
I look at the clock and swear loudly. I’m late for work.
Slipping out of Kingston’s bed this morning was the hardest thing I’ve done in a long time. I didn’t want to leave, but I hadn’t expected to stay and was unprepared for work today. I made sure to leave a note next to the coffeemaker before leaving his house. Hopefully, he doesn’t think I’m running away.
As soon as I walked in the door, I began gathering what I needed to bring with me. My bag was packed, a bag with as much clothing as it could hold, and I made a mental note to go by the store today after work and buy toiletries for his place.
Last night was beautiful, and while there may not have been sex involved, the fact he wanted to hold me all night was just as intimate. But it wasn’t the kind of intimacy I was hoping for. Even though we were both exhausted, I secretly hoped he’d wake in the middle of the night and fuck me senseless.
I growl at the thought, throwing open my closet door, desperately looking for my shoes. I’m always losing them, and no matter how hard I try, I never remember to take them off at the door. Maybe it’s because I’m too exhausted by the time I get home, or maybe it’s because I’m truly lazy at heart. Whatever the reason, I tear my house apart before every shift to find them. I don’t have time for this.
I hate being late, and it doesn’t help I had a late start today because I slept through the alarm I set on my phone. Every time I drifted off to sleep, I dreamt of him and his glorious cock sliding in and out of me, only to wake right before finding the big O. I groan loudly, my frustration no longer about shoes and missed alarms. I pick up my overstuffed bag and head downstairs, hoping for some miracle I can get out of the door soon. There is a knock on the door, and just as I reach the bottom step, it’s matched with a louder, more impatient pound.
“Just a second,” I call out, dropping my bag in the entryway. I turn my head and finally spy my shoes tucked neatly on my shoe rack. I crinkle my brow, trying to remember when I put them there. I could have sworn I took them off as soon as I got to the top of the stairs yesterday.
I shrug thinking maybe I was too exhausted when I walked through the door to remember putting them there. I punch the alarm code into the panel beside the front door before unlocking it and turning the knob. The door opens, and Kingston’s large body fills the doorway, pushing me back until he’s inside, the front door closed and locked behind him.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, taking in the firm look of his jaw and the blistering heat in his eyes. He looks like he is about to tear into someone. He pushes me back with the sheer size of his body until my back hits a wall. His dark eyes turn liquid on me, the heat no longer worrying me but causing a new surge of heat to spread through me, settling at my core. I swallow hard as he leans in, his lips inches from mine.
“Kingston...”My voice comes out breathily, almost strained, but I can’t help it. The intensity of the moment, the nearness of his hard body, makes me weak in the knees. My thighs clench together, my breath comes quicker, and I wait for him to move, to close the gap between us and kiss me.
“You want me, Queenie.” He runs his nose along mine, his voice a hoarse whisper. I feel a twinge in between my legs, and my nipples harden with his words. “Say it.”
“Kingston.” I lift my hand to his chest, resting it tentatively there, and close my eyes, breathing in his scent. I want him. Badly.
“I’m not going to do anything until you say it,” he breathes, sharing the air with me. He exhales, I inhale, and vice versa. “I know you want my mouth on yours, tasting and exploring. Say it.”
I moan loudly and my head falls back, exposing my neck to him. The sensation of having him so close yet so far from touching me is torture. I feel the warmth of his breath caressing my exposed skin, making me quake with lust. Yes, I want this. More than anything.
“Are you wet? I bet your pussy is quivering with anticipation, soaking your fucking panties.” He runs the tip of his tongue along the line of my neck, causing goose bumps to form along the rest of my skin. My nipples tighten in response. “I can smell you, Queenie. Even now, your scent fills my nose despite everything you’re wearing. You make my mouth water.”
“Fuck...Kingston.” I grip his shirt tightly and struggle to remain upright even though I’m up against a wall. It takes everything in me to keep from melting into him like a puddle of molten lava at his feet.
“I want to fuck you. Hard. Against this wall. ”His hands travel up the length of my arms, stopping to firmly cup my face in his large hands. I open my eyes and am immediately barraged with his white-hot need. “First, I’m going to taste you and bury my head between your legs, making sure to lap up every drop of your sweet pussy juice. I bet it won’t take long to make you see stars. Then, I’m going to turn you around, press you against the wall, and fill you to the root.”
I feel my legs buckle. I nearly come right there from the images he puts in my mind. No man has ever made me feel this way, like a bubble ready to burst at the slightest touch. Then again, he isn’t just any man. He’s Kingston. My Kingston. I summon whatever strength I have left in my body and pull his head down to me. He smirks knowingly.
“I want this,” I whisper before crushing my lips to his. My tongue pushes back his lips, demanding everything he promised and more. He responds by gripping my wrists and lifting my arms above my head. He takes over the kiss, invading every cell of my body, lighting me up like the fourth of July. This kiss, this beautifully hot kiss, neither one of us can get enough.
He groans in my mouth as his hands find my hips, squeezing and caressing. He breaks the kiss, his lips and mouth trailing down the column of my neck. All I can think about is the picture he painted and the need I feel in between my legs to see it through. “Fuck, Kingston, baby, I need your mouth on me.”
He drops to his knees in an instant, his thumbs hooking into my scrub bottoms, roughly yanking them down my legs. His dark eyes watch me as I pull my scrub top over my head, tossing it aside and stepping out of the bottoms. He gives me a wicked smile, taking my blue lace panties, but with on small jerk, he rips them away from my body. I don’t care, though.
He pushes my thighs apart, spreading my legs before him. I watch his eyes flare with delight as he hoists me up, placing one leg on either side of his head to rest on his shoulders. His hands hold me under my ass, and I feel his hot breath inches from my clit. I lean against the wall and try to watch, but it’s impossible as his tongue finally meets the tiny bundle of nerves.
“Fuck,” I groan as his tongue runs the length of my folds, flicking my clit with each pass. My hands bury themselves in his thick, dark hair, holding on for dear life as the pressure builds. He was right, though, it isn’t going to take much to send me over the edge.
I feel his warm tongue thrust into my pussy, sucking the juice out of me, causing my body to turn to liquid. If he didn’t have me against the wall, there’d be no way I could’ve remained upright at this point. I look down at him with a hooded gaze; he’s looking up at me, watching the pleasure ride out on my face.
“Baby,” I murmur, so close to the pr
ecipice I’m desperate for release.
He devours me like a starving man, his hunger never sated. Much like our previous experiences, it is almost as though he can’t get enough. The ferocity with which he feasts grows with each swipe or thrust of his tongue.
His tongue flicks my clit one last time before taking another plunge, the sensation of it finally sending me over the edge. The magnificent explosion of light and fire flows through me, and I can’t help but scream his name. My body convulses with wave after wave. It is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. His mouth brings me to new heights of pleasure I never dreamt possible.
As the last wave hits, I slouch exhaustedly against the wall, my hands releasing his head. As the haze of my orgasm settles around me, I feel him shift, carefully slipping my jelly-like legs off his shoulders. He’s careful to hold me upright, pinning me to the wall with his strong arms.
He stands, pulling my chin up, kissing me with renewed hunger. His lips seek mine with desperation, and I reach up, wrapping my arms around him, tasting myself on his lips, his tongue, and it thrills me. He deepens our kiss, but just like earlier, it isn’t enough. I need more.
Pulling up his shirt, I want to feel his hot skin against mine. He breaks our kiss, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. His hands roam my body, unhooking the front clasp of my bra.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says with a pale globe nestled in his palm. He buries his face in my neck, nipping and licking his way down to a taut nipple. He flicks it with his tongue, much like he did my clit moments ago, sending a new wave of fire through me. I moan huskily as he nips the sensitive nub with his teeth. “Do you know how much I wanted to do this last night?”
He thrusts his hip against me. His cock feels like steel against my belly. My pussy pulses in response and I gyrate, seeking friction. I want him inside me now.
“Turn around.” His voice is a command, and I don’t hesitate to listen. His hands cup my bare ass, kneading it hard. He leans forward and places a wet kiss at the top of my spine. His hand disappears, only to return with a hard smack on my cheek. I moan loudly, loving the way it makes my pussy quiver. “Stick out your ass, Queenie, and place your hands flat against the wall.”
His hands leave my body as I once again follow his instructions. I hear the sound of his zipper, the rustle of his jeans falling to the floor. I look over my shoulder and watch as he reaches down to position his cock. I tilt my hips in response, pushing my ass out even further, anxious to feel him filling me.
I take a breath, loving the way it feels to be on full display for him. I can feel a pulse of wetness drip down the inside of my thigh; the thought of being taken by him this way makes me feel alive.
“Not gonna be able to hold back, Queenie. It’s gonna be hard and rough,” his voice rasps in my ear. He places his hands next to mine on the wall and kisses my neck.
“Yes, please,” I beg, standing on my tiptoes, pushing my ass into him. I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, but it only takes a second before he fills me to the root. We both groan at the feeling of it all. His hand snakes out around me, his fingers brush my clit.
“Always so wet for me.” He shifts, spreading my legs further apart.
“Fuck me, Kingston,” I demand, pushing back against him, needing him to move.
His pulls out and slams hard back into me. I yelp at the feeling, but he doesn’t stop. He pulls out again, this time gripping my hip, pulling me back as he surges forward even harder than the last time. He picks up the pace, harder and rougher with each thrust. Each time better than the last. My knees shake and I feel my orgasm build quickly, his pelvis slapping against my ass every time.
“Yes, Kingston. Faster.” It still isn’t enough. I need more.
He grunts in compliance and gives me exactly what my body needs. Picking up the pace but maintaining the force with which he drives his cock into me. His fingers find my click again. Already on the edge of another life-shattering orgasm, I feel him bite down onto my shoulder and pinch the little bundle of nerves, making me soar. I come gasping his name breathlessly, but he continues to slam into me. Each thrust makes my body convulse even harder and I feel my pussy tighten around him like a vice. He groans deeply, harshly, as my pussy clenches his cock, bringing him closer to his own edge. The waves crash, and for a moment I think I might lose consciousness.
“That’s it, Queenie, give me all you got.”
He shifts, lifting and spreading me even wider until I feel like I’m going to split in two. The weight of his balls slap against my sensitive skin, sending added shockwaves through my body. He pins me against the wall, both hands on my hips keeping us steady. Between his relentless pounding and the wetness dripping down the insides of my legs, I’m desperate to feel him come.
“One more, Queenie, find it,” he commands. I shake my head, unable to even consider another orgasm. “Yes, you will,” he commands, and I wedge my arm between my body and the wall, finding my much-too-sensitive nub. Gritting my teeth, I flick my finger across it, and my body tenses as the sensation of my finger sends me into a tailspin. “Find it.”
“Holy shit,” I murmur, finding my release a second later. Riding my third orgasm of the day, I thrust back against him with each wave, desperate to feel him come with me. He tenses, groaning loudly, finding it himself.
“Fuck,” he grunts, pumping erratically into me, the waves of his pleasure almost too much for him to handle. He slows and stops moments later, puffing the air into his lungs and pressing a kiss on my shoulder. I lower my legs to the ground, clenching his cock so he doesn’t slip out of me. The wall is all that holds us both up as we both catch our breath and bearings. The scent of sweat and sex fills the air.
To think I was worried about being late to work. My eyes pop open and I gasp loudly.
Totally worth it, I shrug before taking another needed breath.
Chapter Twenty-Four
For the Moment
Kingston
I slip out of her after we’ve both gained some strength back into our legs and watch as she begins redressing herself. She moves to the entryway mirror and fixes her hair.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I ask, leaning casually on the wall moments ago she was pressed against, screaming my name in ecstasy.
“Work. I was getting ready before you so rudely knocked and pushed me up against the wall.” She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles, but her flush face gives away everything.
“Rudely?” I ask, lifting an eyebrow.
“Very.” She looks away but not before shooting me a wink.
“Next time, I’ll try to remember my manners.” I smile, push off the wall, and move behind her to wrap my arms around her waist. My hands slip under her scrub top to find the warmth of her soft skin.
“You do that,” she sighs, resting her head against my shoulder, but she doesn’t do anything to stop my roaming hands. She’s soft and warm, her body so languid and relaxed after multiple orgasms. I love seeing my woman this way.
“Missed you.” I press my lips against her ear and smile, feeling her skin pucker under the sensation.
“I missed you, too.” She turns in my arms and places her hand flat on my chest. She looks up at me with her olive-green eyes, and I find myself lost in their depths.
“You’re mine,” I tell her. She’s heard the words from me before, but I need her to hear them now. I know things aren’t as simple in her mind as they are in mine, and I know she’s struggling with the decision to let me closer to her.
“That’s what you keep telling me.” She lifts an eyebrow in response, and her eyes narrow on me.
“Do you have a problem with it?”
“Not at all. I’m sure it’s every woman’s dreams to become some man’s property.”
“Being my woman doesn’t mean I own you. It means no other man can touch you or have you.”
“Turning caveman on me now?” She smiles playfully.
“Is that what it’s going to take to get
you to realize what is happening between us? Dragging you by the hair to my cave?”
“Does it involve pushing me up against the wall and having your way with me?”
“I can think of a few other positions, places, and moments we could try,” I breathe, thinking about all the different ways I want to fuck her. “You’re still getting used to what is happening between us, I get it, but I didn’t like waking up in an empty bed this morning.”
“I left you a note.” She pulls out of my arms and goes back to the task of fixing her hair. “I didn’t have anything at your house for work. Not a big deal. I packed a bag to bring with me.”
“You did? I didn’t see it.”
“Kingston”—she drops her arms and turns to me—”I might have doubts now and then, but I’m not going to run.”
“You’re having doubts?”
She shakes her head and turns, moving down the hallway toward the kitchen, ignoring my question.
“Is something bothering you?” I cross my arms and follow close behind. She crosses the room and flips off her coffee pot, placing her used cup in the sink. I watch her, mesmerized by each movement. I’ve seen her do these same things many times over the years, recently in my own home, but right now, in this moment, it’s like I’m seeing her in a completely different light. “Talk to me.”
“Full disclosure?”
“Always.”
“I’m scared. I’m starting to feel more for you, much faster than I thought possible.” She turns her green eyes to me, no longer holding back the obvious fear she’s been hiding. “I’m starting to think about things that should have me running for the hills.”
“What things?” I move closer to her.
“Things I’m not ready to talk about yet. Sometimes I wonder if what we feel and what’s happening between us stems from the unexplored emotions we felt all those years ago. Now your children are and involved, which is nothing bad. I love them like they are my own. It’s just, there’s a lot invested. I don’t want it to end up being for nothing.”
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