Page 61 of Kings Against the World

How fucking amazing it feels to be encased in her wet, pulsing heat.

Zoe’s gone. The professional, borderline robotic Special Agent who barely smiles and is by the book has left the building. The side of herself she keeps buried has been revealed.

She really is unfiltered and free in this moment, bouncing on my cock and moaning for all our hotel neighbors to hear.

I slip my arm around her waist and pull her toward me ’til she’s leaning all the way back, directly on top of me. My hands slide to the underside of her thighs as I seize control of the position and start thrusting up into her.

Her head tips back, resting on my shoulder, as she cries like she’s pained. But what the sound really means is that she feels so good, it hurts. It feels so fucking good she can’t stand it.

I’m penetrating her deeper than ever now, reaching spots of her pussy from whole new angles.

I grit my teeth and go harder, ignoring the ache and burn of every muscle I’ve got. I don’t stop ’til Zoe’s hot pussy is clamping down on me, then gushing wet from her juices. She trembles uncontrollably, intense pleasure vibrating through her, as she goes limp on top of me.

But I’ve got her. I’ve got the finish line on my mind, holding her up, thrusting my hips, sinking deep into her pussy.

Then I’m coming. I’m releasing a thick groan, spilling inside her.

It takes us a whole minute before either of us have enough energy to move or disentangle ourselves. Zoe rolls off me like she’s forgotten how to use her limbs, eyes wider and darker than I’ve ever seen them. The hazel shade is gone, darkening to more of a shiny brown.

I lay back against the pillows and grin at her. “How was that, Special Agent? Satisfied?”

“That… that was…” She swallows, then licks at her lips as if words escape her. She flips onto her back next to me and stares up at the ceiling. “I think that could cause me a lot of trouble.”

I laugh. “Good trouble or bad trouble?”

“What do you think?”

“You’re letting go a little. Living it up a little. There’s no crime in that.”

“For me there is. I’ve never… done this before.”

“You told me you do casual. What’s the difference?”

She rolls her lips together, gaze still stuck on the ceiling. “That was different. It was always so…”

I’m not sure what she’s trying to say, but I give her the few seconds she needs to figure it out. The truth is, I’ve started feeling the same.

This is different than the other chicks I’ve been with. Two times with Zoe tells me that. There’s some kinda explosive chemistry between us; some kinda perfect concoction that makes us combust the moment we come together.

It makes everything more intense. It’s already making me addicted.

“Clinical,” she says finally. “It was just a few minutes of sex. There was no feeling to it. No… passion.”

“And there is between us?” I prompt, still grinning at her. Though on the inside, I’ve got a funny flip in my stomach.

“I’ve never cared. But now I wonder if I’ll even be able to go back. What else have I been missing out on?” She sits up, bending her legs at the knee. “I’ve never had real relationships. I’ve never enjoyed sex. I’ve never even had a vibrator.”

“Never? Don’t most chicks own them?”

“I’ve never bothered. It always seemed like a stupid novelty. A waste of time.”

I sit up beside her, curiosity growing. “What else have you never done, fed? Sounds like you haven’t lived much. Then again… maybe I’ve livedtoomuch.”

“I’ve never gotten a tattoo.”

“Once you start, you can’t stop. Vegas is crawling with tattoo shops. Down to get one now?” I tease, bumping her shoulder with mine. “C’mon, I’ll get my seventy-third with you. It’ll be real special.”

She laughs and shakes her head. “That’s just one of the things. I’ve never done any drugs. I’ve never smoked a cigarette. I’ve never gambled.”

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