Page 60 of Kings Against the World

“I take some light antidepressants. I had to get a waiver just to be allowed to stay out in the field. Duchovny wanted to relegate me to desk work once he found out, but I refused. He thought it would impair my judgment and ability to perform.”

I whistle. “Just for antidepressants? I’m guessing for bipolar he’d just send you packing.”

Her expression slips for a split second before her features relax and she reaches for her taco again. “That’s exactly what Duchovny would want to do. You must know him.”

“Nope, just know how his type think. My dad was ashamed of me the moment he found out I had issues,” I explain. “Wefound out about the ADHD first when I was still pretty young. He thought I was just stupid. I’m dyslexic too, so I used to have problems reading in class. The words on the page just would never be in order like everybody said they should be… then I had all this energy and couldn’t sit still.”

“What happened when he found out you were dyslexic and had ADHD?”

I let out a bitter laugh. “He still thought I was stupid. Just stupid with excuses. When the bipolar diagnosis came, forget about it. That was when I was fifteen and already a huge fuckup, getting in trouble with the law. Grand theft. Assault and battery. Underage drinking. Drugs. You name it. I was doing it.

“It made all the assholes in our gated community clutch their pearls. Dr. Gallagher’s only son was some criminal lowlife. My mother was ashamed. So was he. I left home at sixteen, though I came back once when I thought maybe we could work things out. Then, by seventeen, I realized they hated my guts and they told me I was dead to them. I’ve stayed dead since.”

“They chose their reputation over their son,” she sighs, shaking her head to the side. “Instead of trying to help you…”

“I’m not sure their help was anything I wanted back then. They’d only wanted to change me. Make me a fucking mini-me of my father. I wanted to be an artist. Do some graphic design work. That wasn’t good enough in their eyes. But I was too stupid for college, so what did they expect?”

“Ozzie… don’t. You weren’t too stupid for college. No one is.”

“My grades say otherwise. Ever heard of a negative GPA?”

“You’re just a different kind of learner. Something tells me you’re very visual.”

I let my gaze flick over her, never passing up a chance to tease her. “Yeah I am.”

“You know what I mean! Is that where all the tattoos are from? Your interest in graphic design. I think I notice a new one every time I look close enough.”

“You should. I’ve got like fifty of ’em. Maybe more. I’ve stopped counting.”

The corner of her lip curls in a little smile. “You know, Ozzie… I kind of admire that about you. You live so… freely. You do what you want when you want. You’re very unfiltered and real. It’s very…”

“Sexy? Hot? Irresistible?” I offer, giving her my usual crooked grin. I’ve leaned toward her, closing some of the gap at the table. “Tell me more about how you want to fuck me. It’s music to my ears, babe.”

“I was going to say refreshing. But that fits too.”

“How about I make things even more refreshing? I could help you be free and unfiltered too… like last night when you rode my dick.”

She laughs. “Maybe tonight we’ll go for round two.”

Zoe’s not lying.

Fast forward another forty-five minutes, and we’ve returned to our hotel room. All clothes are gone as we can’t even make it to the fucking bed before we’ve got our hands on each other and our mouths fused together.

Just like that, my dick’s buried in her pussy. My thrusts come hard, showing her how I get down. I’m not some pro dancer, but I’ve got some moves. Many that come in handy in the bedroom like now, as I roll my hips and stroke into her just right.

Zoe gyrates with me, canting her hips up, wrapping her long sexy fucking legs around me. Not only am I encased in the hot silk of her pussy, I’m now surrounded by the smooth silk that’s her legs as she traps me between them.

It’s one of the hottest fucking things in the world, being wrapped up in the long limbs of a woman as drop dead gorgeous and statuesque as Zoe.

Her hands sweep over me, exploring my chest and arms, then grabbing at the nape of my neck to drag me down to her mouth.

I’m pumping deeper into her, feeling every inch of her pussy as it pulses around me. I’m not overwhelming her like I’ve done with other girls in the past; instead, she matches my energy as our bodies move and our mouths attack each other.

Zoe bites at my jaw and then my neck. She gouges at me with her nails. She’s screaming out as I flip her over and spear back into her from behind. Then we’re switching up again a couple minutes later when she slips out from under that position and we find ourselves grappling for a new one.

She rides me again, tonight in reverse, where she’s bouncing on my cock and I’m gifted the sexy fucking sight of her bare back and ass. All the subtle definition and toned muscle from the long hours she must spend working out. The firm yet soft jiggle of her ass cheeks as she rides me and takes my cock almost to the balls.

I can’t help myself. My hands fill up with her ass and I groan at how it looks to watch myself disappear inside her.

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