Page 54 of Kings Against the World

We work as a team.

I show him what my mouth does and he fucks it. He makes me choke on his dick, then brings me up for a hard kiss on the mouth.

I’m dizzy, as one second, I go from sucking his dick to clenched in his arms, being kissed deep. His tongue plunders mymouth. It battles my own, the energy between us so explosive we can’t get enough.

Ozzie pushes me back and I stroke his dick that’s still slick with my saliva. Showing him just how much I still want him.

I want this to happen. My request was real and I need this.

Suddenly, all I can think about is how badly I need release. I’ve needed it for so long and have gone unsatisfied. I’ve been craving passion. The rawness between us.

We kiss deep and urgently, groping at each other. Ozzie wraps his arms around me. He squeezes my ass and thighs and sucks at my bottom lip. He growls and lifts me off my feet as I stroke him in slow, twisted motions. I’m dropped on top of the dresser drawer. My legs are wrenched apart and he snatches my hand off his dick. Both wrists are pinned behind me as the dresser creaks and the mirror wobbles.

Neither of us give a damn as I writhe to free myself and he kisses me even harder. Everything escalates so fast.

We kiss and tear at each other’s clothes. We knock over the duffel bag perched on top of the dresser and the mirror slips from its hook on the wall. I lock my legs around his waist as it crashes into a thousand pieces and we refuse to separate.

Ozzie merely lifts me from the dresser and pushes me up against the wall. Tiny flecks of glass nick us anyway, sharp pricks that barely register when our mouths are fused together. We’re both hot and breathless and blinded by the urges driving us.

We rip my tank top over my head and then crush our lips for another heavy, tongue-lashing kiss. It’s how we undress—stripping an article off here or there in between greedy kisses and greedier hands.

I haven’t forgotten his cock. My fingers glide over his velvety length and feel the vein throbbing on the side. He twists my nipples as he tongues me deep and pain smarts across my breasts.

I stroke him harder, squeezing and juggling his balls.

It’s a tit-for-tat battle inflicting the torment on each other. The aggression, the roughness only turns us on more.

We hump and gyrate against the wall ’til Ozzie’s ripping me away and we’re spinning around the room. We’re locked into another battle of wills as I claw at his neck and shoulders and he slams me into another wall.

He pushes inside, spreading me open. My walls stretch to accommodate his dick, my legs crisscrossing around him.

It’s the last crumb of sanity that gets wiped out.

As soon as Ozzie slips inside me, we’re off. We’re lost to the instant pleasure and absolute lust taking over.

I dig the heels of my feet into his ass and he bounces me on his dick. We’re crackling with energy, sweating bullets, as he crushes his lips to mine. Then we’re spinning again. We’re crashing into things around the room, knocking over a lamp, finding new leverage off the bedside table.

The loud noises fill the room. If not the lamp cracking, then our pants and moans. The filthy words that tear from my throat as Ozzie’s curved dick hits my g-spot and I cry out for him to fuck me harder.

We fall onto the bed and go at each other like it’s a wrestling match. Ozzie flips me onto my back and gropes my pussy, sinking three fingers knuckle-deep. I twist and jerk against him, sparks of hot pleasure burning me up.

He fucks me like this, with only his fingers, before he’s replacing them with his thick cock. Then he’s tugging at my nipples and slapping my breasts. I arch against him, wetter and slicker than I’ve ever been in my life.

Bursting with so much sexual energy I don’t know what to do with myself.

As Ozzie comes in to claim my mouth, I bite at his lip, and then use my stomach and thigh muscles to turn us over. It’s aKrav Maga move that’s come in handy at the most inappropriate time.

But it makes Ozzie chuckle as I pin him between my thighs with a satisfied smirk. He slides his hands up the sides of my thighs and demands I give him a kiss.

“Special Agent Strauss taking charge. Why am I not surprised? Let me suck on those sexy fucking lips.”

I bend forward to make his wish come true while also guiding his dick to my entrance. I sink down on him at the same second I press his lips to mine. We swallow each other’s moans and pants, swimming in mutual pleasure.

His thick girth. My pulsing heat.

The gyrations I give as my hips begin to roll. It feels natural as I gather speed and Ozzie slides his hand up my flat stomach and torso. He cups my breasts, groping and kneading. Pinching and pulling at my nipples.

I moan and crash down harder on him. He fills me deeper. My pussy pulses, the relief I’m seeking building. I can feel myself chasing it as I ride Ozzie, growing more urgent, more aggressive.

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