Page 71 of King of Deception

I loved how her dress fell around her beautiful, elegant, tall body–a body that I would eat up, a body that belonged to me; just like her heart, too, belonged to me. After a beat, I grabbed her and kissed her softly, claiming her lips with mine, tasting her exquisite taste, and playing with that cheeky tongue.

This woman–with all that softness and all that spark–was going to turn me into a madman; she already had me wrapped around her little finger. Whatever she needed or wanted, she was going to have.

Hugging her body to mine, I started kissing her neck lazily, sucking on it like I had all the time in the world and hopefully leaving her neck black and blue. I loved seeing my marks all over her, loved knowing that anyone who saw her would know that she was taken.

She whimpered softly under my assault on her neck–fuck, she was so responsive to my touch; it was like her body patiently waited for me to touch it so it could come alive under my hands. I grabbed her ass playfully and carried her, placing her on the empty part of the counter.

She automatically spread her legs for me, causing the dress to hike up. She seemed so fragile at this moment, her eyes so unguarded. I kissed her again, communicating that there was nothing to fear–that she would always be safe with me.

With her being so exposed–her soul shining through her eyes–urged forward a need so powerful–to take and possess–that my mind went blank with the menacing urge to claim.

I bit her neck, grabbed both her breasts, and decided to screw fucking her with the dress on. I wanted to feel her skin against mine. In a swift move, I took her off the counter and flipped her so that her back was turned to me.

Unzipping her dress, I let it pool at her feet. She turned to look at me, and I could feel the need overwhelming her eyes, too–she could see the same need reflected in mine. There was no going back from this–for neither of us.

She started hurriedly unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants; they fell to my feet, and I kicked them away, attaching myself to her once again and kissing every patch of exposed skin my lips could find. I was naked from the waist down–my hard cock visible to her. I felt her pulse quicken under my mouth, her moans encouraging me to go on.

We weren’t thinking. Our bodies were just naturally moving–claiming each other in the most natural of ways. I unclasped her bra, indifferent to the fabric or color, only wanting her breasts to be exposed to me. Sucking on her nipple–feeling the bud growing tight under my tongue, she gasped and pushed against me to tear my shirt open. The buttons flew all over the place. Urgently and manically, she started kissing and sucking on my chest.

I gripped her waist, making her stop her attack on my chest and look at me, getting her as close to me as possible. It felt like our eyes were touching. We were so close. I didn’t want to waste a second laying her down on the floor or going upstairs to place her on a bed–I needed her now. I needed to feel her pussy clench around my aching cock.

Our primal and carnal instincts were taking control of both of us–we weren’t thinking, only feeling–overwhelmed by pure, unfiltered desire. Like animals in heat, we gave each other a little predatory smile, and at this moment, I lifted her up, her arms grasping my neck tightly. She brought her mouth down on mine while I plunged myself inside her. She took the full length of me at once–I was balls deep inside her. Fucking into her ruthlessly, I only thought about how hot and slick she felt around my cock. How her beautiful body felt pressed against mine as I thrusted into her.

I could feel the skin of her hips under the palm of my hand, radiating warmth. We were a combination of sweat and need–two bodies attached to one another, feeding off of each other. She was holding onto my neck–our eyes staring deep into one another while I was feverishly fucking her. Every thrust was a claim. Every look an assertion. I could feel myself about to cum; and I knew she was close too, by how hard she was clenching around me.

Our eyes understood each other, and our bodies knew each other even before we did. We both shifted into another world, but together–our breaths mingling–my groans and her moans overlapped. When our breath went back to normal, I took her mouth in mine and slid out of her slowly, finally coming to my senses, and she to hers. This woman now belonged to me. And I belonged to her.

fourteen

Adrenaline

Abel

The full moon cast its silver light over my garden on a warm Sunday night that I’d decided to spend at home. Walking slowly, I was accompanied by an amused Dylan. He ran and slowed down in alternations, wagging his tail, exploring the bushes and flowers surrounding the walkway before making rounds around my legs again.

“And when did you adopt him?” Ella’s sweet voice flowed through my earbuds.

“Uh—Well, it took a while for me to get over Millie’s passing. That was five years ago.” I solemnly remembered my sweet German Shepherd. “So… Adele gave him to me the following Christmas.”

“Aww.”

“Yeah, it’s never easy. But my little sister knows I’m a sucker for the bastards.”

“They do feel like family, don’t they?”

“They are family.”

Dylan barked, leaping up and scratching at my pants. She heard him and laughed. “Where are you now, anyway? It sounds so quiet.”

“Just taking a walk around the house.”

“Speaking of which, am I ever gonna see your place?”

Holding my breath, I squeezed my eyes shut. “Sure. Soon.”

“You’re not ready.”

I tittered, “Um…”

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