Page 55 of Kings Against the World

It’s all leg and thigh muscle bouncing on his dick. Some good knees that keep me grounded and balanced.

He feels so fucking amazing that my nails sink into his chest and I draw my pleasure in red lines across his tattooed skin. He squeezes me roughly as I do. On my breasts, my hips, my ass cheeks as he pulls me down on his dick.

He reaches my sweet spot all over again, triggering my orgasm. I lose my breath as I come, swept up by little burning hot sparks. I’m trapped in his hold, an arm curled across my shoulders. His palm cups my ass as he works his dick into me.

There’s no break between my orgasm and Ozzie contorting us into a new position. I find myself with my thighs spread wide and my ass in the air. His hand pushes me down by the shoulderblade as I bury my face into the bedspread and he fucks me from behind.

I’m the one who has been pinned this time. I’m at Ozzie’s mercy as he works his hips and pounds into me.

The tiny hot sparks return in spades. They spread everywhere, making me shudder. My pussy convulses, wrapped around his dick. He’s thick and throbbing inside me. I’m slick and slippery.

Ozzie’s in fucking heaven. I know because of the sounds he makes. The deep groans and ragged breaths he draws. The way his lean muscles and vivid tattoos gleam in sweat and veins protrude in the side of his neck.

I manage a look over my shoulder to drink him in in all his rough, dominant glory.

I clamp down on his dick and come all over again. Turning my head to the side, cheek pressed into the bed, I rub my clit as I come.

So damn greedy I want to feel everything. My whole body pulses in pleasure. Deep shivers rack through me. Heat warms me from the inside out. The sensations are so intense that I’m seeing dots before my eyes.

Ozzie must feel me as I come. He feels the spasms my pussy gives. The warmth and wetness that flood his dick.

He’s a maniac in the final moments before he joins me. His thrusts pick up ’til they’re so rough and vicious that I’m fisting the bedspread and seconds from tapping out. He climaxes first, pulling out at the last possible second and spilling on my ass and thighs.

We collapse next to each other, so lost we don’t speak for minutes to come. It’s like we’ve been under a powerful spell and now it’s been broken.

Reality returns, crashing down on us. I sit up and survey the damage we’ve done. On my right, Ozzie does the same.

He laughs. “Damn… we wrecked the room.”

“Webrokethe mirror,” I say, stunned.

“And the lamp. And maybe that chair over there. I kicked it out of the way when we were trying to make it to the bed.”

I run a hand over my face as if it’ll change the scenery. “What are we telling the hotel?”

He shrugs. “We’ll tell the maid we’ll bribe her a few hundred bucks if she replaces everything broken with stuff from other rooms.”

“Of course that’s your solution,” I say with a short laugh. “But I have to say, that was… amazing.”

“Feels good to let go sometimes, doesn’t it, Special Agent?” He leaps off the bed and snatches his boxers off the floor. “How about some room service? Nothing like some good ass sex and then some good ass food.”

I roll my eyes, though the smile tugging at my mouth proves I agree. I can’t say he’s wrong when I feel lighter than I have in a long time, and I’m suddenly starving.

“Call it in.”

I wake the next morning with my body more loose and limber than it’s ever been. It’s almost like I’ve been born again as my eyes open and I realize any knots of tension have left my body. For once, I’m relaxed.

My head is clear. My mood strangely light.

I glance over at Ozzie to find he’s still knocked out. He’s twisted in the sheets like I am, though only partially hidden from view. My gaze rakes over the naked parts of him appreciatively, lingering on the divots of lean muscle and all the vivid ink decorating his skin.

I could probably stare at him for a solid hour before coming close to being bored. He has so many tattoos that each time I look at him, I’m discovering a new one.

Swinging my legs to the other side of the bed, I carefully get up so as not to wake him, then pad over to my suitcase to grab some fresh clothes.

It’s not even seven a.m. and I’m sneaking into the bathroom for a quick shower. I promised I would call Duchovny this morning and I refuse to miss our agreed upon time. I’m known for being punctual and that doesn’t change just because I got ‘fucked right’ like Ozzie would say.

He hasn’t even moved when I slink from the bathroom to the hotel door, my wallet, phone, and key card in hand.

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