• Twenty-Nine •

I got shot for defying my boss, wanting to come find you, and you should ride my dick like a good girl because of it.

Rumor

When I opened my eyes, King’s erection was pressed firmly against my bottom, and his arm was wrapped around me with his hand tucked between my legs. His thumb moved and rubbed directly over my clit, causing me to gasp.

A deep chuckle behind me told me he was awake and knew exactly what he was doing.

“Sit on my face, sweets.”

I turned over to look at him. His eyes were no longer bloodshot, but hooded as he stared at me with a sexy grin on his face. I was also relieved to see the dark circles were gone from under them.

“You’re hurt,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, I am. And the only thing that will make me feel better is your pussy riding my tongue.”

I felt my entire body flush, and I clenched my thighs together. “Don’t you want breakfast?”

He bent his head, brushing his lips over mine. “The breakfast I want is between your pretty thighs.”

Dear God, this man.

I returned his kiss, wanting nothing more than to do exactly what he wanted of me. But he had been shot, and he needed to rest. He didn’t need me to be getting off with his mouth.

“But what you need is a good meal and rest,” I replied against his mouth.

He groaned, then reached for me and pulled me over on top of him until I was straddling his body. “Sweets, there isn’t a meal that compares to your cunt. That’s as good as it gets.”

I covered my face and laughed. He knew how to make me beet red and turned on, all at the same time. His hands grabbed my hips, and he moved me down until I felt his hard length press against me.

“If I can’t get it on my mouth, then I want it on my dick,” he said in a husky voice. “I’m hurt, sweets. The least you could do is ride me like your favorite horse.”

I squirmed, causing him to groan and my entire body to hum with pleasure. “I don’t have a favorite horse.”

He grabbed the sides of my panties and ripped them, then tugged the fabric from my body. “You’re about to have one.”

“King, you’re hurt,” I started as he lifted his hips and shoved his boxers down until his cock was free.

“That’s right. I got shot for defying my boss, wanting to come find you, and you should ride my dick like a good girl because of it.”

I stopped the rocking my body was doing of its own will and stared down at him. “What?”

“Fuck me, sweets.”

I shook my head. “That’s not what I meant. You got shot because you defied Blaise?”

He grabbed the top of my thighs and pushed me back until the tip of his erection lined up with my entrance. “No one tells me I can’t go get what’s mine,” he said. “Now, lift that perfect little ass up and let me sink into that needy pussy.”

Unable to tell this man no even if I wanted to discuss this further, I did as he’d told me to. The moment I pressed down on him until he was fully seated inside me, he threw back his head and let out a deep, low sound in his chest. For a moment, I was lost in the sheer beauty that was the man beneath me. The way his tanned skin flexed, his muscles standing out. I could spend the rest of my life looking at him and never grow tired of it. The dark, heated look in his eyes when he opened them made me tremble with excitement.

“Ride me, sweets,” he said just as his hand smacked firmly against my right butt cheek.

Leaning over him, I grabbed on to the headboard and lifted my hips, then dropped back down onto him.

He grabbed my ass with both hands and growled, “Fuck, that’s it, baby. Such a good girl, taking my dick.”

The moment the dirty talk started up, I knew I was gonna be done fast.

He leaned forward, grazing my nipple with his teeth. “Damn, those are the prettiest fucking tits I’ve ever seen. They’re bigger.”

I’d noticed that too. They were more sensitive as well. I bit my lip as I bounced on him. This felt different. My body was needier. It craved being filled. A frenzy was building in me, and I locked my eyes on King’s face as I began to press down harder and faster.

“Ah! Ah!” I cried with each jolt of pleasure, wanting more. Panting, I dropped my hands to his shoulders and chased the orgasm that was coming. I had to have it.

“Fuuuck, sweets. You keep this up, and I won’t be able to hold off,” King said before spanking me harder than before. “My baby likes to ride after all.”

“King,” I moaned as the first tingle started to unravel.

“That’s it. Come for me. Squirt all over my cock,” he said, breathing heavily.

With those words, it slammed into me, causing my body to jerk several times as the gush of my release pulsed so hard that it ran down my thighs and his.

“FUUUCK! That’s mine!” he shouted as his hips lifted and his body tensed up.

The warmth of his release shooting into me sent me off again, and I dropped down onto his chest, my face buried in his neck as I continued to have burst after burst of this complete euphoria.

When it finally began to ease, King’s arms were wrapped around me, his cock buried inside me. I sucked in a breath and then exhaled slowly. My heart was still racing as I relished in the best sex of my life.

“Sweets, if this is what pregnant sex is, then you’re gonna fucking stay knocked up for the rest of our lives.”

I giggled, pressing my face into his collarbone. I had kind of gone a little wild. But wow. That had been incredible.

He trailed his fingertips down my back and over my bottom several times as our breathing slowed.

“I think I’m more sensitive,” I said.

“No shit,” he replied, causing me to laugh again.

“Is that bad?” I really hoped not.

“Depends.”

I lifted my head to look at him. “What does that mean?”

He reached up and brushed the hair out of my face. “On if you like walking bowlegged. Because I’m about to fuck you again and possibly after that. I’m thinking I might keep you in here and fuck you for the next nine months.”

I grinned, pressing my lips together.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, taking my chin and pulling my mouth down to his. “Just think, I could have eaten your pussy, then fucked you. Next time I tell you to get on my face, you do it.”

I wasn’t going to argue. I sank into him, savoring the taste of him as he held me. No matter what the future held, I had this with him right now. If I lost him one day, I’d be devastated, but it could happen, and when he bored of me, I would hold on to these memories.