King (Alliance #2)

Thunder rolls through my body as I swallow her words.

You’re my King.

“Fuck,” I growl the word and drop my full weight onto her. Burying myself as deep as I can go. Forcing her mouth open with my tongue.

You’re my King.

My hips piston, filling her over and over as she kisses me back with just as much fervor.

I wanted her to call mehusband. But…fuck.

“That’s right, Baby,” I grunt. “I’m your fucking King.”

I shove a hand under her ass, tipping her hips up. The panties she’s still wearing drag along the side of my length, and when she cries out, I know the elastic is tugging against her clit.

And I know she’s close.

“You gonna come for me, Savannah?”

She’s panting against my temple.

“Tell me.” I roll my hips, and she tenses. The motion stretching the material right where I need it. Right wheresheneeds it. “Say it.”

I roll my hips again and again. And her pussy gets wetter and wetter.

“Say it, Wife.”

“I-I’m coming!”

Her words, paired with her vibrating body, shoves me over the edge.

Her cunt clamps down around me, her orgasm intensifying my own, as my cock erupts and I send every bit of my release inside of her. Inside of my wife.

CHAPTER42

Savannah

Holy.Shit.

King’s weight pins me to the mattress, and the feeling reminds me of him kissing me after our wedding, when I was trapped beneath him on that couch.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

I just had sex with King.

I didn’t just enjoy it. I loved it.

He’s…

God, he’s everything I imagined he would be.

So powerful and demanding.

And he ripped my legging like they were paper.

My pussy clenches at the memory, sending a shock through my body as I’m reminded of the fact that King is still buried inside of me.

“Not uh,” King mumbles against my temple. “One is all you get right now. I’m still mad at you.”