Page 102 of The Trouble With Bad Boys

“This look suits you,” he said, thumbing my nipple once again, his smile growing as I both chased and shied away from the pain.

I narrowed my eyes. “Thoroughly fucked?”

He shook his head, his eyes flaring in the lamp light. “Thoroughly pleasured. As you should be.”

“King—”

“I love the sound of my name on your lips.” He traced my mouth with his finger. “I want to hear you scream it as you clamp around my cock, darling. I want to watch you fall apart while you’re telling the world exactly who makes you feel so good.”

“King.”

“Yes, just like that. But with my cock shoved so far inside of you, I won’t ever come out.”

Dirty words were a tool I’d used to seduce the men at the club. Never once had they been used on me, never once had they turned me on. But with King, I was finding everything was different. I wanted to experience all the things I’d missed out on, and I had a feeling he would be more than happy to be the one to show me the way.

Swallowing down a sharp retort that had always come so naturally in his presence, I brought my palm to his cheek. “Sugar, do me a favor?”

“Anything, Carina. I will do anything for you. Tell me, and I’ll move the world for you.”

I pointed at my bedside table without bothering to look that way. There was something I needed to see instead. “Get a condom?”

His eyes flashed as his nostrils flared, and for a moment, I thought I’d read him wrong again. Then he leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine as he climbed onto all fours before stretching to reach the drawer.

As he snagged a condom and ripped the package open, I tore down his underwear and pushed him down onto the bed. I grabbed the condom from him, fitting it over his tip before rolling it on, my hand sliding over his shaft as he slid my panties down my thighs and kicked his own underwear off his feet.

Settling my knees on either side of his legs, I grabbed his shoulders as he took hold of my hips. He lowered me down, notching his tip at my entrance before stopping, bringing his gaze back to mine.

“You don’t have to do this, Carina.” It wasn’t much more than a whisper, and hope lay on the other side. “I won’t hold it against you. Tell me now, or at any time, and I will stop and walk out of here without another word.”

“What if I want you to stay?” I asked, tracing a fingertip under his jaw. “What if I want this?”

King moaned as I lowered myself down on his cock, and even though he’d had his fingers inside me minutes ago, this stretch almost hurt. He tightened his hold on my hips, dragging me down until there was no space between us. Then he dropped his forehead to my shoulder, sucking in a deep breath as the rest of his body froze.

“You feel like perfection, Carina,” he said, each word that familiar sharp staccato that left my body trembling. “You fit me so perfectly; I don’t know if I can survive you.”

“You better,” I told him, nudging his head with my face. “Because I’m not done with you.”

His dark eyes met mine as he lifted his head, and his hand flashed up and grabbed the back of my neck. His lips were on mine in an instant, the hand remaining on my hip dragged me forward, grinding my throbbing clit against him. I whimpered, and he smiled. I gripped his face, and he grabbed my hips, slamming me back down on top of him each and every time I tried to rise.

When I threw my head back, King latched on to my neck, dragging his teeth against my flesh as he nipped and licked, making his way down until he had my nipple in his mouth again. One hard suck, and I was a goner, but King didn’t let that stop him. He clamped his teeth on my nipple, fucked into me with all he had, and when I’d fallen apart a second time, he rolled me onto my back.

King hovered over me, his dick sliding in and out of my slick hole, his lips whispering praise against my flesh as he kissed me and held on to me like he’d never let me go.

It wasn’t until he grabbed my ass, dragging my clit against him and forcing yet another orgasm from my over-sexed body, that he let out a roar that surely would have woken half the building. His arms were wrapped around me, his body flush against mine, his sweat and mine mingling as the two of us came down.

“So fucking perfect,” he told me as an aftershock hit me, making my body tremble and my pussy clamp tight. “Don’t ever want to let you go.”

“Then don’t,” I told him, shaking my head.

After a long moment, King pulled out of me, stripped off the condom and tied it off. I grabbed his hand when he tried to get up.

“Stay.” His dark eyes flared before his gaze dripped down my body like honey. For the first time in years, I felt lacking, felt like my body wasn’t enough. Trying to keep my voice from shaking, I added, “At least for a little while?”

King stretched out on the bed beside me, then tucked a hair behind my ear and traced along my jaw. “You’re a hard woman to say no to, Carina. You’re very difficult indeed.”

Six

KINGSTON

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