Page 115 of The Kings of Kearny

Baseball. Think about baseball, you stupid asshole.

I filled my head with thoughts of America’s greatest pastime while she went to work on me. I had no idea how many minutes went by, but then she did something with her tongue that brought me gasping back to reality.

Or croquet. Yeah, think of a bunch of stuffy English fucks hitting balls through hoops on their front lawn. Nothing sexual about that.

She started working her mouth and her hands faster, and my control finally snapped. I thrust into her mouth with more force. She made a greedy sound and stroked me harder.

“Krista, I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep this up,” I snarled. It was my way of warning her, of giving her the option of pulling back and letting me come somewhere else, like on those pretty tits.

In answer, she took me deeper, her throat having loosened up a little. It was too much. My head fell back, and I lost myself. I stopped trying to talk myself back from the brink. It was futile when she sucked me down like this. Instead, I let myself feel everything, the wet embrace of her mouth, the gentle, barely there scrape of her teeth, her tongue, stroking, stroking, and her hand, pumping my base.

My heart felt like it was trying to break out of my chest. Pressure built inside me. She started to work her mouth and hand even faster, and my dick went rigid between her lips. There was an undeniable pulse low in my abdomen, and then stars exploded across my vision. I came, hard, losing the rhythm as I thrust into her. The pleasure passed as quickly as it rushed in, and my legs decided they were done holding me up. Suddenly my full weight rested on my bound wrists. Yeah, no, this definitely wasn’t my thing. I mean, her teasing the hell out of me was, but now my wrists fucking hurt, and there was zero pleasure involved in that, only annoyance.

“Cut me loose,” I said.

She didn’t fight me. Swiping a thumb over her glistening lips, she rose from her knees and grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen. She ended up needing a chair to reach the rope, and she stood on it next to me, putting my nose level with her navel. I went up on my toes, but her tits were too high for me to reach. Fine, I could adapt. I leaned down instead, but I couldn’t reach her pussy either.

“Faster, Krista,” I growled, dick already stirring back to life.

“I’m trying,” she said, sounding harassed. “What kind of fucking rope did you buy? The scissors are struggling to cut through it.”

“I don’t know. The one the sex lady told me to.”

Above me, she choked. “Sex lady,” she said, dissolving into giggles.

I turned my head up to scowl at her and forgot whatever the hell I’d been about to say. Now I understood all those people who were obsessed with underboob.

“I keep picturing you in a sex shop, asking that poor store clerk for rope,” she said, glancing down at me. “She must have been in danger of fainting dead away at the thought of you all trussed up like a present.”

“She certainly blushed more than I thought someone with her job would.”

Krista lost herself to another fit of giggles, the scissors forgotten.

“I swear to God,” I said. “I will flip upside down and saw through this rope with my goddamn teeth if you don’t hurry up.”

She gave me a little salute. “Yes, sir!”

Fucking smartass.

Several curse-filled minutes later, the rope finally gave. My arms dropped like a canon; all the feeling had gone out of them. Blood rushed back into my deadened limbs in a painful wave. I gritted my teeth and bared it, then shrugged out of the bonds the second I got control of my hands back.

And then I was on her. We’d had a glorious conversation on the way here. She was on birth control, and both of us had gotten tested recently and were clean, so we’d agreed to forgo condoms. I wanted in. Now. The thought of shoving my dick into her hot, wet pussy with nothing between us had been torturing me worse than she ever could.

Despite the fact that she’d just made me come so hard I almost blacked out, I was more than ready for round two. The bedroom was miles away, but the couch was right here, so I dumped her onto it. She let out a shriek as she fell, but it turned into a laugh when she landed on her back in the soft cushions, already reaching for me. I covered her body with mine, careful not to crush her beneath my weight. Our lips met for a quick, burning kiss, and then I moved lower, biting and licking her skin. I was so hungry for her that I felt like I could devour her whole.

She gasped when I sucked her nipple into my mouth. “Jakob.”

I moved to her other nipple and tongued it until she started squirming beneath me.

“I need you,” she said.

I’d had just about as much delayed satisfaction as I could take for the night, so I rose above her and surged inside with one hard, brutal thrust.

She cried out, fingernails digging into my shoulders. “Again.”

I pulled out and then rammed back in, bottoming out. This time we both moaned. Christ, it was even better than I could have imagined. She was so warm and so wet, her tight little pussy squeezing me like her body was trying to draw me deeper.

Being inside her felt like coming home.

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