King (Maine Silver Foxes #1)

Chapter 9

M ia

A low groan erupted from King as he slammed his mouth over hers. Mia felt his hands reach behind her and unzip the back of her dress with ease before sliding the straps down her arms. His mouth remained locked on hers as large, callused hands smoothed the top of her dress down over her breasts to settle around her waist. Then he broke their kiss and stared at her for a moment, the smoky heat in his eyes taking in the sight of her.

She hadn’t worn a bra.

“Fuck, baby, I knew you’d have nice tits.” He cupped them in his palms, weighing them as the pads of his thumbs raked over her pebbled nipples.

“ Oh !” Mia caught her breath sharply and rolled her head back on her shoulders, closing her eyes. The exquisite pleasure of his thumb flicking over her nipples sent a spark down her body that zeroed right in on her pulsing clit.

He barely gave Mia time to appreciate the pleasant burn before he lunged at her, wrapping his lips around her nipples with a sound that reverberated through the room. He squeezed her breasts together so he could suck and lap at both of them. Mia moaned at the delicious pleasure and arched her back, offering herself to him. “Don’t stop! King, don’t stop!” she cried out with shameless abandon. How was it possible that she felt every nip and tug of his mouth all the way in her core?

With a growl, King stepped back and tore off his jacket, flinging it to the side. He began to unbutton his shirt. Mia pushed herself off the desk and reached to unbutton it for him, but he grabbed her hand and pushed it away.

“Not fast enough,” he growled in a tone that suggested he was barely holding on to control. The savageness of his expression turned her on. “And I want those tits against my bare skin,” he explained in a rough voice filled with need.

He shook off his henley and slung it across the room in the same direction as his jacket. Mia’s eyes roved over his chiseled chest and six pack abs, and she felt herself growing wetter by the second. All that maleness...she didn’t have words. He was the essence of masculinity, a man in his prime, and she was desperate to have him inside of her. King let her have a moment to take him in before hugging her tightly. The feel of her bare breasts crushed against his hard body made her moan deeply.

The unexpected thought crossed her mind that they were really doing this.

She hadn’t thought they’d be removing all of their clothes, but once King was naked from the waist up, his hands found their way to her dress again. He didn’t waste his time pushing it up from her knees until it was bunched around her waist. King’s eyes fell to the vee between her legs, his nostrils flaring as if he were taking in her scent, and then he pulled her to him.

His lips found hers again, but this time when he kissed her it was a hungry, primal kiss of desperation and dominance. Mia opened her mouth to his invading tongue. The aggressiveness of his attack mirrored the desperation that she had inside her for him to fuck her. As King ravished her mouth, his hands went to her panties and ripped them off her.

Mia gasped against his mouth as King pushed her down onto the desk and kicked her legs apart. She moaned at the sensation of her legs being spread open, and ran her hands over his chest and abdomen, marveling at how rock hard his body was. She was surprised at how much bigger he was than her, and as his fingers found her wetness, she put a fist in her mouth to stifle her cry of pleasure.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

Mia nodded eagerly. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life,” she whispered back, surprised at her eagerness.

King pushed two fingers inside of her, and she moaned as she felt him begin to move them in and out, stretching her. He leaned over her body and sucked a nipple into his mouth. Whimpering, Mia rolled her head against the desk in mindless pleasure, and her hands went to his hair, her fingers threading through it as she pulled his face tighter against her.

“Yes, oh, yes,” she panted, her lower body moving with his intimate penetration. She was so close to exploding.

“Christ, you’re tight,” King growled, curving his fingers into her sweet spot. “I can’t wait, baby. Fucking come for me.”

It was nice that he wanted to see to her needs first, and once he located the soft patch of nerves inside her that was all it took. Mia knew what that patch was, but in all their years of marriage, Jerry had never taken the time or cared to find it. Her dildo had, though. When Mia’s orgasm hit, it was so powerful that she experienced another first and squirted all over King’s hand.

“Oh, no! King...I’m so sorry!”

“Fuck, that’s hot!” he snarled.

King moved his fingers in and out of her a few more times, prolonging Mia’s release, before his other hand went to the front of his pants. She heard the sound of a snap, and then his zipper being lowered. He ripped his fingers out of her, gripped his heavy cock, and lined it up to her pussy. She cried out in anticipation, her eyes opening wide, and he groaned low and deep as he sheathed himself to the hilt.

“Oh, my God!” she cried out at the pleasant stretch and burn. He felt so big! “That feels so good!”

“Fuck, sugar, your pussy was made for me.” He seemed content not to move. Just let his cock pulse inside her on its own.

It certainly felt like a perfect fit.

King pulled out and pushed back in again and again, working up a speed that had them both panting between their lips. He pulled Mia’s hips to the edge of the desk and then pulled her into a sitting position. She wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his neck, his hard cock filling her up entirely. She bit down on her lower lip and thrust her hips, meeting each and every one of his powerful thrusts. The desk creaked beneath them, but she didn’t care. It felt too good, and she just wanted him to keep fucking her, to not stop until they both shattered.

They fucked like that for what seemed like hours. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pulled back to wrap his mouth around one bouncing breast. When he was done loving them both, he yanked Mia off the desk and flipped her around. He bent her over the desk and fucked her from behind, his hands gripping her hips hard while he slammed his cock deep inside of her. The new position drew a sharp, satisfied groan out of both of them.

The pleasure was so intense that Mia thought she might pass out.

“Jesus, I’ve... never felt... anything so... fucking... good!” King said between panting breaths. “You squeeze...my dick so good, baby!”

“Yes,” Mia moaned, her fingers gripping the desk as she rocked back and forth. “Harder, King...fuck me harder...” She arched her body and closed her eyes. She could feel his cock swelling inside of her, and she knew that he was close.

So was she. “King!”

Grunting, his cock swelled even more. He gripped her hips hard as he held her down on the desk. He slammed one last time into Mia and then his cock jerked and pulsed strongly. He came inside of her, his hot, thick seed filling her up. The sensation pushed her over the edge. Mia threw her head back and let out a scream of pure ecstasy as she came hard, the desk shaking below her as they rode out their intense orgasms.

“Oh...my...God,” she said breathlessly as King continued to ejaculate. She was astounded by the intensity of what had just transpired. They had devoured each other, their actions like that of animals mating in their most natural and instinctive manner, where nothing else mattered but raw and primitive mating.

“Sweet fuck,” King rasped as he stepped back. His semihard cock slipped out as he stood up. He didn’t say a word. He pulled Mia around and simply stared at her for a moment with amazement on his dark face. “What the fuck just happened?”

Mia smiled, instinctively knowing that he was questioning the earth-shattering conclusion of their coupling. She glanced down at herself, and she could see her pussy juices glistening in her trimmed pussy. Some of King’s semen was on her thighs, thick and pearly white. The heavy scent of their coupling surrounded them.

“Something awesome,” she finally responded. Hopefully? It was true for her, and she could only hope that King felt the same way. He took a deep breath, worrying Mia when he didn’t agree.

“Are you alright?” He reached for her dress and pulled it up to help her put it back on. “I hate covering up these beautiful tits.”

Mia was still shaking slightly, and she silently gave thanks for his help. “I’ve never done anything like this before,” she admitted. “Not even with Jerry.” While he’d been a decent lover, Jerry had been conventional and would have never thought about making love to her anywhere other than their bed.

King wound his arms around her, fumbled around for the zipper before finding it, and then zipped up her dress.

“I think I’m a bit old for this,” Mia chuckled. Now that it was over, she was kind of embarrassed.

King snorted in response. “Sugar, you’re never too old for a good fucking.” He leaned forward and planted a kiss on Mia’s neck before he slipped back into his clothing.

“Do you think people in the hall know what we were doing?”

King grinned mischievously. “We can make our way out through the back, if you’d prefer.” Taking her by the chin, he brushed her hair away from her face. “You’re going home with me. I’m nowhere near done with you.”

“Oh, yeah?” She knew that his dominance should turn her off, but it had the opposite effect.

King’s crooked smirk was sexy as hell. “Yeah, sugar. I plan to spend the night between your thighs.”

A spark of arousal surged through Mia. Even though her connection with King had progressed quickly, Mia wasn’t going to argue with him. For whatever reason, this had happened between them, and Mia wanted more from King. He was a skilled lover, and he knew how to please a woman. And even if this was all they would have between them, she knew she deserved to feel the incredible way that he made her feel. Like an attractive and desirable woman.