The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 100: Hot Stream Part 2

I stood up from kneeling in front of him after I cleaned off his leg. The water was continuously streaming to us. While staring at his lust-filled eyes, I lowered my hands and gripped his length.

He grabbed my hands as if to stop him, and groaned, “Florence, you don't need to do this”

I know he might be thinking I am shocked or traumatized by what that filthy hag tried to do to me but that’s not the worst I have been through and honestly, spying and disguising myself as some slutty person, I met a few of those kinds of men. I am not shocked or overwhelmed at all. More so, I want Nicholas’s hands all over me to replace the touches of that filthy man.

I want him and I will make his patience snap so he can drop the gentle and making-space agenda for me. I know that’s what he's trying to do, that's why he didn't bother asking me what happened. He might not want me to relive the scenario for tonight.

“Of course, I do,” I whispered, “It still needs proper attention,”

With that, I wrapped my hands around his cock and gave it a tight, steady stroke. He was so big that my hands didn't even cover his thickness. Damn.

“Fck, you're going to be the death of me” He grunted then to my surprise, his hands covered mine while I stroked his member making me gasp in need. He guided my hands in giving his length that fast and tight stroke that I heard him rasp in my ears as we both pumped our hands in and out of his length.

As I continued doing that, I was also feeling hotter by the second but I had a better idea. I felt his length swell against my hands and I gave it one languid stroke before I quickly withdrew my hand making him frozen in his place.

“Baby don't—” he tried to say but his words hung in the air as I fully went down on my knees and lowered my eyes to his cock. The water has completely rinsed off the soap and bubbles on his cock.

“Florence” His voice was rough and coarse as I took his length into my mouth.

Damn. he is so big and I know damn well my jaw will be sore after this.

I felt him curl his hand behind my nape and pull me closer. I gasped, braced my hands on his thighs, and opened wide to suck the head in. I glanced and saw his head fall back as he moaned.

I couldn't take all of him, not even half because he was so large, but over and over, I sucked and licked at his shaft, moving my tongue around the tip. He buried his hands in my wet hair, gripping it near the roots. When I took him deep again, he cursed under his breath and tightened his grip on my hair. He was so thick that he stretched my lips, and I felt every pulse of his blood in the veins of his cock, and I knew that I had him close. He was still, his body rock-hard, tense, forcing himself to stay still.

I looked up at him, watching his reaction. His jaw clenched tighter, his shoulders tensed, and his eyes locked on mine. His expression darkened, his chest swelling as he took a deep breath. Groans left him, one after another, and he hissed, cursing.

“Florence.” His voice was a ragged whisper. “Just like that”

He took my hair in two handfuls and gripped hard, sucking in a rasping breath and groaning it back out. I moaned, more for his benefit than mine; the vibrations made him growl and thrust again into my mouth bringing me close to tears.

I backed away, sensing that he was close, and kept my lips sealed on his length, but it was enough for him to lose all control, thrusting at me.

And then he tugged on my hair twice. “I’m close”

He growled in frustration, but then I felt his sac tighten and his cock throb. I gasped when he gently pulled my back, gripped his length, and started stroking his cock furiously as I stared into his eyes. He moaned loudly as he aimed at my supple, large breasts, covering the mounds with his seed.

Finally, he was panting when he glanced down at me, cradling my face to his hands and rubbing his thumb on my lower lip.

“My cum looks good on you,” he rasped, which sent another wave of desire in me.

I stood up, knowing that my nipples were hard now from arousal. I felt powerful and happy to make him a painting mess. Ignoring the wetness pooling in my center, I began cleaning us again.

Nicholas stared at me for a long moment, then let out a long breath and moved past me to shut off the water. Thick towels were stacked in a cubby built into the wall just outside the shower, and he pulled one free and wrapped it around me. He scooped me up in his arms, hesitated as if to bolster his strength, and then carried me into the bedroom.

He put me down on his bed and caressed my cheeks softly.

“Rest” he softly said. “I’ll just go cool off”

At the sight of his still-hard cock, I knew what he meant. Taking a deep breath, I reached for his hand when he was about to turn around. Looking into his eyes, I pressed a gentle kiss on his knuckles. Then I slowly removed the towel from my body. I want him.

“I want you, Nicholas," I said seductively, “Take me. Make me yours”

“Florence” Nicholas said, his gaze lowering to my lips. He was breathing heavily as he began touching my lower lip, ”Are you sure? After what happened earlier…?”

Staring at his eyes, I leaned and wrapped my lips on his index finger, doing what I just did to his cock, sucking it like it was the best thing in the world.

“A goddamn tease” he cursed before pulling his hand and grabbing my head, crashing his lips to mine.

His thick and hard erection was pressing against my stomach as he kissed me. I instantly felt as though I had no control over my body. Nasya hummed at my mind and I quickly blocked her.

I immediately found myself losing all sense of reasoning like always and a burning desire awakened within me. I just want to feel him and to touch him. I kissed him with the same intensity as my emotion.

Nicholas was stunned for a second before he smirked and ravished my lips. He gave me a possessive kiss that earned a moan from my lips as another wave of wetness gathered on my center and the throbbing ache for his cock doubled.

Damn, I want him so badly.

With labored breathing, he broke away. Our eyes locked, and I felt my breath hitch. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him at this moment.

"I've been picturing you naked since I saw you enter the meeting hall earlier with your pretty tits just begging to be sucked with that flimsy dress of yours, do you know that,” He rasps in my ear, making sure to bite it that earned a loud moan from me.

“I wanted to run my hands under your dress in that meeting to know if you have your panty or bare underneath. Do you want to know what I hope for that second?”

I gasped at his blunt words, and asked, “What?”

“That you're bare and I can touch your pussy freely” he replied and before I could think of anything else, he kissed me again.

I instantly opened my lips, welcoming the steady sliding of his tongue into my mouth. He explored my mouth with a growing amount of passion as his hands slid down to knead my bare thigh, dangerously close to where I wanted his hand—to my center.

The touch of his hands on my body causes all of my thoughts to blur. I moaned, desperate for pleasure. He finally withdrew and leaned his forehead on mine, trying to breathe.

“Say it. I want you to say it, Florence” he said huskily.

I can't help but run my hand slowly over his smooth, black hair. I panted, “Take me, take me, Nicholas"

It's like Nicholas' final remnants of self-control fled.

"You're mine, Florence. Mine," he growled, smashing his lips on me again.

He was pressing his whole body on me. I could hear myself making the most delicate moans, but when he pressed his hard cock against my stomach, that sound turned into a shocked gasp.

With my mouth slightly open, he slipped his tongue.

"Nicholas," I moaned against his mouth, and he groaned back.

I felt him lay me on the bed, and he continued giving me a bruising kiss. I could feel his body pressing against mine all the while. I was pressing my fingers into his arms. I gasped and broke off the kiss, tilting my head back.

My desire was so strong that I continued to gaze at Nicholas with hooded eyes. I leaned down and this time I initiated to kiss. This time it is deeper. I can't stop kissing him. God, it's been a long time since I felt his soft lips on mine.