Page 45 of Echoes of Temptation
“Fucking beautiful,” he says, slowly rubbing his hand all over my exposed skin. He reaches behind me, pressing a kiss on my neck as he does, and unclasps my bra. My boobs flop out and, once again, he growls. “Perfect.”
He leans back and just stares. My body is shaking from the intensity of his gaze.
“Pants,” he says, grabbing the top of my leggings and pulling them down. When he taps my leg, I take it to mean he wants me to step out of my pants.
Using his shoulders for support, I do as he wants. I’m amazed at the contrast between my light skin and his dark. I never truly acknowledged our differences in that regard before. It’s quite beautiful seeing the two together.
“What are you thinking about, baby?” he asks, tossing my pants on the floor with the rest of my clothes.
“That our two different skin tones look beautiful side by side,” I admit.
“I couldn’t agree more,” he says. “Now, step back so I can get a good look at you.”
Trying on this bravery thing, I step back.
“Turn,” his voice drops lower. “Fuck.”
“What is it?” I ask, suddenly nervous that toilet paper or something got stuck in my underwear.
“That ass looks better than all of my fantasies combined,” he says. “Come closer. I want to feel it.”
“You want to touch my butt?” I ask, mortified.
“Oh, I want to touch more than that, Madeline.”
My feet ignore my brain and the next thing I know, I’m back to standing between King’s legs.
His hands leave a burning trail wherever they touch me. Which is currently everywhere. His hands leave no part, except for my inner thighs and between my legs, untouched.
“Maybe you should just crawl into bed like this,” he says, placing kisses at the top of my breasts. “That way there isn’t any barrier between my lips and your skin.”
“King,” I mutter, trying my best to stay composed. “I can’t sleep half naked in a house full of people. Shirt, please.”
“Fine,” he sighs like it’s the absolute worst thing for him to do. “But, next time you’re in my bed, you will be sleeping completely naked.”
“Alright,” I whisper.
“With my cock snuggled inside your pussy,” he finishes.
“Won’t it just slide out?” I ask.
“Baby,” he chuckles. “My cock is fucking massive. And that’s not me stroking my ego. I was gifted with a monster cock. Even when I’m completely soft, I will still be able to rest inside of that pussy of yours without worry of it sliding out. Get the idea in your head, my sweet baby. My cock will sleep inside of you almost every night.”
“Oh my.”
“Now, let’s get you in my shirt so we can get some sleep.”
He removes his shirt and has it over my head so fast that it takes me a minute to register what’s going on. Shockingly, his shirt is just a tad too baggy and that makes me way too happy. King has wide shoulders and is pretty tall so his shirts would have to be a bit longer than normal to fit him.
I’ve always dreamed about wearing my future man’s shirts to bed but knowing they wouldn’t be nightgown size like you see in the movies. However, King’s shirt hangs past my belly and I don’t feel the need to keep tugging it down.
My butt will be hanging out of the bottom, though.
“Climb up, baby,” he says pulling the blanket down.
“You or the bed?” I mutter to myself.
Once I’m in bed I look up at King and can physically see the battle in his eyes.