He didn't stop, not until he knew she was done. The evidence of that was on his face. King licked his lips and groaned deeply. Fuck if she didn't taste good. Still he hadn't had enough. His lips tugged at the insides of her thighs, the outer folds of her slick center. The tip of his tongue played teasingly with the super heated flesh that smelled of sex. Withdrawing his fingers he licked them clean, pulling them from his mouth with a pop. Then he placed his mouth around the tunnel from where he just took his hand and softly teased the entrance with a hungry tongue. Abby might have been done but he wasn't.