Chapter 90 Punishment For The Wicked

• The king was deep in it and there was nothing I loved than watching him. All the frown lines, the serious face fell away little by little with him melting away into this beautiful man that stole my heart for the millionth time. I found myself propelled up, my fingers scaredly tracing his face and mapping it out with my finger. His skin was soft with the touch rippling a sensation from my toes to the very top of my head.
• His lips parted a little, a soft snore pulling out having me smile. Those lips were moist and I could not help but lower and softly place mine against his. It was so nice, basically being a creep on him. He stirred from sleep, his arms coming firmly around me as I shifted down to his neck. He tucked me completely in him then turned to his side with me buried in his chest. I would have laughed because he was deep in sleep and you would think we had slept together for so many years.
• I sighed, resting with my eyes closing and letting him sleep. It felt so nice being squashed in him, my whole baked body plastered on his. I memorized everything, every sensation like the brush of our feet. His were way bigger, mine not even half his size. They were rough and manly. I liked that, rubbing mine against his. I held onto the feel of my breast pressed on his bare chest, my nipples immediately going hard. The sensation of his arms around my body.