King (Alliance #2)

He shakes his head. “It’s eithermy Kingor husband.”

Air leaves my lungs, but no sound comes out.

He can’t be for real.

But then, when he reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a small black box, I forget how to breathe.

Because it looks like a ring box.

Is he really…?

King doesn’t say a word as he opens it, and pulls out the most extravagantly huge diamond ring I’ve ever seen in my life.

It’s…it’s absurd.

Just straight up absurd.

And the thin band is shimmering with diamonds all the way around. Making the whole thing sparkle like it’s on fire.

King uses his free hand to grab my left, and with his other, the one holding the ridiculous ring, he shoves the diamond onto my finger.

My mouth opens, but I don’t know what to say as I stare down at it.

It’s a rectangular emerald cut that basically covers the whole of my finger between the bottom and first knuckle. Never mind the fact that it fits perfectly.

I…

Why did I have to be naked for this?

I lift my gaze to meet King’s, but he’s lowering, to his knees. And for one stupid moment I think he’s about to propose to me. But then he’s dragging my thighs open and pulling me to the edge of the bed. To…

His tongue meets my core in an open-mouthed kiss and electricity jolts through my body.

King moans at the same time that I do, and his hands grip my hips tighter as he shoves his face fully into my pussy.

And I just know he’s feeling proud of himself for how turned on I am.

I’d scold my traitorous vagina for getting so wet for this lunatic, but when his lips seal around my clit, and one of his big fingers shoves into my entrance, I praise her for being so prepared.

Rapidly building pleasure makes me sway, so I reach out and grab handfuls of King’s hair to keep upright. Then cry out when he shoves another finger inside me.

King might have his flaws, but pussy eating skills aren’t one of them.

His fingers pull all the way out then slowly push all the way in, while his tongue dances back and forth over my clit.

“K-king.”

He sucks my clit almost painfully hard into his mouth, and I remember his words.

“Husband,” I pant. And King groans his approval.

I watch as he lowers the hand not touching my pussy down to his lap. It’s out of view, but I manage to hear the sound of a zipper, over the sound of him lapping at my core.

His shoulder starts to move as he starts to stroke himself, and just knowing that he’s turned on from eating me out has me that much closer to the edge.

“Say it again,” he grunts against my flesh.

“Husband,” I breathe the word. “Husband.”