Just My Luck (The Kings)

I didn’t even make it halfway down the hallway before Abel’s arms scooped me up from behind, flipped me, and tossed me over his shoulder.

Upside down, I covered my mouth with one hand to keep from laughing too loudly and watched as his sculpted ass moved beneath the fabric of his sweatpants.

Freaking gray sweatpants. Of course they were.

Once inside the primary bedroom, Abel quietly shut the door and clicked the lock.

It didn’t matter if he’d given the room to me. Once we were inside, it was clear this was every bit his domain. Abel deposited me onto the bed with a plop, but his hands didn’t leave my legs. He gripped me behind the knees and dragged me to the edge.

His tawny eyes were nearly black in the dim bedroom light. A thrill zipped through me at the dark, menacing look on his face.

Desire.

“Why do you have my T-shirt, Sloane?” His eyes roamed over my legs. He settled himself between my thighs before I could close them. I watched as he lifted the hem, exposing my bare pussy.

The cool air danced over my skin as I propped myself up on my elbows. “I needed something to sleep in.”

One hand moved higher up my thigh while the other palmed his cock through his sweatpants. “Try again, wife. You have pajamas. Why did you put my shirt on?”

My teeth sank into my lower lip. “It smelled like you. After we kissed . . . I wanted more.”

The deep rumble in his throat sent shivers up my back. “I can give you more.”

His thumb moved over my pussy, spreading me open to see how wet I was for him. “But first I’m going to take what I’ve been dying for.”

Abel sank to his knees, burying his face between my legs. He moaned like a starving man getting his first meal. Sparks shot up my back as his tongue tasted and teased.

I clenched my teeth and pressed the back of my hand across my mouth to keep from crying out.

Abel’s hand reached under the T-shirt to palm my breast while his other held my thigh to stretch me open. I arched into him. My hand threaded through his hair as I tugged and bucked against his mouth.

Tension built, low and deep as he drove me closer and closer to the edge. I wanted to ride that wave, to feel his mouth and tongue as he ate my pussy and I came all over his face.

“Hey,” I whispered. Abel looked up from between my legs, and I grinned. “You said I could have your cock in my mouth while I came. What gives?”

He sat back on his heels, his cock gloriously jutting up from between his legs. “Are you sure?”

I nodded and swallowed back a squeal of delight. Abel stood as I righted myself on the bed, scooting to the far side. In one quick movement, he pushed his pants down and stepped from them.

Positioning himself on his back, Abel’s frame took up the majority of the bed.

I knew it.

Anticipation and excitement raced through me as I surveyed his hard cock. He reached for me. “Get that ass up here.”

I obliged, straddling him and scooting my knees back so they were at either side of his head. I leaned forward, teasing his cock with my hands. My fingertip stroked up the thick vein that ran underneath, and I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on him again.

“Goddamn it, wife.” Abel’s tongue licked up the side of my thigh toward my pussy. “You’re already dripping for me. Spread these legs so I can taste you again.”

Sinking down, I pressed my pussy into his face as I sucked his cock. My shirt rode up and my nipples brushed against the soft hair on his toned stomach. I worked him with my mouth and tried to concentrate on what I was doing, but his tongue was so fucking distracting.

My legs began to quiver as Abel licked and sucked and teased. His cock filled my mouth as I stroked the base with one hand. My rhythm became erratic, my hips jerking and moving on their own as I barreled toward my orgasm.

Popping his cock from my mouth, I panted. “I’m close. I think I⁠—”

Abel’s arms clamped around my thighs, pulling me down harder against his mouth. He moaned as I finally let go. Waves crashed over me as his mouth latched to my clit. Dots of bright light flashed behind my eyelids, and I gave in to the rolling orgasm.

I went limp on top of him, panting as his hard cock stood proudly beside me. A wicked grin spread on my face, and my bones turned liquid. Gathering my strength, I lifted myself up and turned, swinging my legs over him so I was straddling his stomach.

His face glistened with my cum, and a cocky smirk played on his lips. I wiggled my ass, and his hands squeezed it.

Scooting back, I teased his cock with my pussy, letting it slide between my legs. “I still want more.”

Heated desire flashed across his features before his ever-present frown returned. “I don’t have a condom.”

I stared, indecisions coursing between us as his cock nestled against my pussy. “I have an IUD. Are you . . . ?” There was no polite way to ask someone if they were clean. Already half-drunk on each other was probably not the best time to be thinking about it, but it needed to be said.

His intensity was fierce. “I haven’t been with anyone since . . . a really long time. I’ve been tested.”

I wasn’t at all surprised. I knew he wouldn’t ask, so I offered the information to him. “I’ve been tested too.” I lifted the stolen T-shirt, pulling it over my head and dropping it on the floor. “I want you—need you—to fuck me.”

My knees lifted, allowing me to rise up and line his cock up with my entrance.

“Please,” I pleaded as the head of his cock barely pressed against me.

His hands flexed on my hips, holding me steady. “How am I ever supposed to say no to you?”

I grinned and spread my legs, sinking him deeper. I leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “You’re not.”

Slowly, Abel moved his hips upward. Despite already coming and being primed to take him, my pussy fluttered around the stretch of his thick dick.

“That’s it, baby. Sink down and let me stretch that cunt.” His hands massaged my thighs as I took him.

I moaned as his words played on a loop in my head. I could never have imagined that reserved, quiet Abel was hiding a seriously skilled lover. My body tensed as I adjusted to his size.

My hips began to move, setting a pace to grind my clit against the base of his dick while he filled me. Abel plucked my aching nipples, rolling each peak and tugging gently. My head rolled back and Abel adjusted, sitting up and bracing my weight on his lap. I wound my arms around his neck, and his arms banded across my back and held me close. I rocked with him, reveling in how perfectly we fit together.

Beneath me, his hips began circling, frantically chasing his own release. I arched back, providing him a full view of my tits as I braced myself behind me on the bed. His mouth came down and laved each peak with slow strokes of his tongue.

I looked at him, one hand moving to his hair and tugging. “Come for me, Abel. I want you to fill me.”

On a groan, he buried his face into my neck. With slow pulses, he gave in to his release. I wound my arms and legs around him, holding him close as he finished. He may be sullen and imposing, but I know a man who needs to be held when I see one.

I wondered if anyone had ever been soft and gentle with Abel King. For long moments, he held me in the quiet depths of his darkened bedroom.

This is going to change everything.

His fingers stroked the bumps of my spine, and I toyed with the ends of his hair.

Finally, I sat back to look at him and smiled. “What did I tell you? Best. Wife. Ever.”

My silliness broke the tension and eased the intensity building between us. Abel rewarded me with a rare grin. “Best one I’ve ever had.”

I stroked the side of his face, trying to read the emotions that flickered over his features. “I’m going to get cleaned up.”

I shifted, easing off him and relishing the fact I was going to be good and sore in the morning. Disappearing into the en suite bathroom, I washed up, hoping Abel would join me and we could spend the rest of the night ignoring the fact we’d just completely changed the rules of our relationship and simply enjoy each other.

He didn’t come in.

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