Page 59 of Brazen King

“Can we skip the wrestling match for tonight since we already got the foreplay over with at dinner?” I tease, crushing her against my chest. I tug her mask up over her head before she has time to say anything. “All I’ve been thinking about since then was finishing what we started.”

Leaning in, I capture her lips, desperate to taste her now that she’s in my arms. And to my surprise, Natasha doesn’t even try to argue.

Instead, her palms slide up my chest so she can wrap her arms around my neck. And when she kisses me, she feels deliciously eager to have me inside her. I run my hands down thecurves of her waist, palming her full, firm ass. She jumps lightly up to wrap her legs around my hips.

Christ, this woman is sexy.

Grasping her muscular thighs, I hold her close as I carry her to the bed. And she clings to me as I crawl onto the mattress, spreading her lithe body across the soft sheets.

Natasha’s breathing is elevated and erratic, her intense gaze silver in the moonlight as she looks up at me with such overwhelming need, I think I might just explode. Keeping her thighs hooked over mine, I rock back onto my knees so I can unzip her skintight bodysuit.

Her hand goes to the knife holster around her thigh, and some instinct buried beneath my overwhelming lust reminds me that she could be drawing it to attack me. But then she flicks the buckle open and tosses the sheathed blade haphazardly over her head. It hits the pillows with a soft thud before vanishing from view. A wicked grin stretches across my lips.

“I think that might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen you do. And believe me, I’ve seen you do some spectacularly sexy moves.”

Natasha laughs, soft and low, and I love the sensual, melodic sound. She doesn’t give me those often. So when she does, it feels like a shot of heroin rushing through my veins. Dipping low, I find her silky skin between the open zipper teeth of her bodysuit and kiss my way back up her firm core to the soft valley between her tits.

She moans softly, arching up into me as I slip a hand beneath the fabric to palm one perfect breast. And when I roll the taut nub of her nipple between my finger and thumb, she gasps. My cock throbs against the elastic of my boxers—the only clothing I bothered to wear while I waited for her arrival.

Perhaps not the outfit I would particularly like to die in. But when it comes to fucking Natasha, it’s an incredibly convenient place to start.

Hooking my fingers around the collar of her bodysuit, I slowly strip her of the elastic fabric, revealing one creamy inch of her flesh at a time. She works with me, squirming across the sheets and arching up off the bed to allow me to remove it.

And when I find she’s wearing nothing but the delicate lace thong I felt earlier in the evening, I let out a deep, agonized groan.

“You like them?” she teases, rolling her hips to give me the perfect view of her bare ass and the thin red floss that disappears between her cheeks.

“I’ve been dying to see what they look like since I touched them,” I confess. And I run my fingers over the soft red lace to see if they feel as flimsy as before. They do, and because I must be some kind of animal, I can’t help myself. I hook my fingers around the skimpy triangle of fabric—and rip them clean off her body.

Natasha gasps, her hips bucking upward at the shock of my aggression. But when I hold the fabric to my nose, breathing in her intoxicating scent of arousal, her eyes spark with desire.

“God, you smell like heaven,” I breathe. Then I lean over to slide open the drawer beside my bed.

“What are you doing?” she asks, arching her neck and showing off her perky tits as she cranes to watch me.

“I’m keeping these,” I tell her. “As a memento.” And I drop the shredded panties into my drawer.

Then I turn my attention back to the perfectly naked woman I just stole them off of. “Tell me, love, have you been getting wet just thinking about coming to me tonight?” I ask.

To my astonishment, her cheeks pool with color as she breathes, “Yes.”

It’s the first inch she’s given me, and it makes my balls tighten to hear my sexy little minx admitting I turn her on.

Dropping onto one forearm, I reach between us with the other. “How wet are you?” I rasp, and when I stroke two fingers between her silken folds, my cock twitches.

She’s positivelydripping.

Taking my slick fingers from her pussy, I bring them to her mouth. Natasha holds my gaze captive as she willingly accepts them, parting her lips to suck my fingertips clean.

“Christ, love,” I groan.

And because I can’t stand to wait another second, I remove my fingers from her lips, firmly grip the base of my cock, align my weeping tip with her entrance, and thrust deep inside of her. Natasha groans, her thighs spreading as I fold her in half with the penetrating thrust.

Crushing my lips against hers, I claim her sensual sounds, swallowing them greedily. Her walls tighten around my rock-hard length, and I can’t take my time tonight.

I need all of her. I need her now.

She’s driving me crazy with desire, and it feels so good to be buried to the hilt, claiming her body for my own. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to stop.

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