Page 18 of King of Pain

Her eyes roll back even as she sits up. “I don’t… what…”

But her hands are on my chest, her fingertips digging into my skin.

“You had my cock in your hand. If you didn’t mean it like that, now is your ditch out,” I grind out between clenched teeth, pushing up into the heat of her pussy again.

Her pajama bottoms are still on, but I can feel how wet she is through the fabric.

Her skin is so pale, I watch the red creep up her exposed chest and infuse her cheeks. Is my girl embarrassed? She shouldn’t be.

I reach up my good arm and fill my palm with her one of her ripe tits, the nipple instantly peaking through the fabric. “Want to take that tank off?” I ask, flicking her nipple with the nail of my thumb.

She arches again, embarrassment forgotten, as her head falls back, that long hair streaming down her back. “Luke.”

“Yeah, baby, I’m right here. Take off the tank.”

She does, both her hands grabbing the hem and yanking it over head.

Her nipples are the same pale pink as her lips, so fucking pretty, they make me ache.

Is her pussy the same color? The thought has me leaking cum as I take her now-bare tit in my hand again. I wish I could grab the other. Sleep has made the injured arm even weaker and if I want the damn thing to get better, I’ve got to rest it.

But I use my one good hand to feel one and then the other as she grinds against me.

I haven’t mock-fucked like this in years and I got to be honest, it’s fucking hot. I could do this all morning or afternoon, whatever time it is, but I can’t get too lost in the moment. Which is why I grunt. “Pull my underwear down.”

She lifts up, yanking them down my hips to my thighs. They don’t need to go any farther, that’s good enough.

I already know she’s not wearing underwear under the shorts. Does she always sleep like that or was she just too tired? Mysteries to ponder later. “Push your shorts to the side and sink down on me sweetheart. Take my cock.”

Yeah. I’m fucking bossy. I get it.

Most women submit in the bedroom to my commands.

But Kate…

She lets out this high-pitched whimper at my rough tone, her nipples getting even tighter.

She isn’t just submitting. She likes it. And she does what I’ve told her to do without a second thought, pushing those little shorts to the side and lifting up so that she can sink down on my hard on.

Fuck. Me. She feels so fucking good. Tight, hot, wet. So tight. She wraps me up in her sheath, taking me in a quick thrust that has my eyes closing.

Which is why I almost miss the way she stiffens. Almost. My eyes open to see her features twist in pain.

No fucking way.

“Kate.” It’s a command. A demand.

She knows it. “I’m sorry.” Her lips are trembling, her body folding in on itself.

Is she apologizing to me? She starts to lift off and I look down at my cock slick with her blood. She was a virgin.

My hand comes to her hip, stopping her. Does she think she’s getting off now? “Don’t apologize, love.” I pull her down on my chest, my lips coming to the crown of her head. That is not how a man should take a woman’s virginity. “If I’d known, I would have gone a lot slower.”

She shakes her head against my chest. “I liked it.”

Okay, I’m trying to be a gentleman here but that just gets my motor going all over again. Slowly, I flex my hips to pull out ofher and then push back in. She’s still stiff, but I keep it light, gentle, until I feel her hips flex too. That’s it, baby. Come to Luke.

I push in a little deeper and she gasps, but not in pain. This one she likes. With a satisfied growl I hold her hip and push inside her again.

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