Page 52 of Fortress of the King

I stare at Rayne through the glass as I touch myself, walking toward her as I slide the door open.

Her eyes dart to mine, and I gaze down her voluptuous body. She’s using my shower gel, soaping up her hands as she runs them over her slippery, full breasts and torso. It’s fucking hot. My desire piques as she flicks her eyes down to my cock, it’s not like she can miss the thing.

“Sleep well?” I muse, as I continue to watch her assault her body with dainty little hands.

“Yes, thank you.” She smiles softly. “That has to be the comfiest bed I’ve ever slept in.”

I stare at her hungrily. “It suits you.”

She swallows hard.

“I want you,” I say simply.

Her eyes dart south again. “I can see that.”

I reach for the shower gel and take over washing her body, kneading her breasts and running my hands down her back and her ass as I pull her closer to me.

“Around you, it never comes down,” I growl, kissing her again, my cock pressing against her stomach as she lets out a tiny mewl.

She presses her hand against my chest, and I feel one hand run down past my abs and then she plays with the hair south of my belly button before palming my cock with her hot little hand.

I liked waking up with her.

I push the thought away because it’s ridiculous.

“Put your hands on the glass and stick that pretty little ass out,” I growl.

I’m pleased when she does as I say, and I move around behind her. I pull her hips back as I run my hand between her legs, feeling her heat, making her gasp. I can feel her arousal mixed with the water. Fucking dirty little thing.

“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper in her ear.

I rub my hands all the way down her back and then move around to cup her tits. I pull on her nipples as she jolts forward and I grunt a laugh as she almost hits her head on the glass. I love how fucking responsive she is.

I move my hands back around to her lower back, then her ass, and I give it a smack. I can’t wait to fuck her here too, but that’s gonna need some time.

Instead, I rub through her folds, brushing her clit with my thumb, but I can’t ignore my cock begging for release. I line up and push into her hard, she gasps and I plunge out and back in again, her breath comes out in a huff as I move in and out with vigor gripping her hip with one hand and holding the back of her neck tightly with the other. Her pussy grips my cock like a vice, and I get completely lost in the moment.

I know I don’t have a rubber on, and so does she, yet she isn’t stopping me. It feels so good bareback, so goddamn good I could pound her into next week. I tighten my grip on her hips as I caress the mark I left on her ass. Good, I want to mark her all over, so everybody knows she’s mine.

I reach around and brush her clit with my fingers. She convulses as soon as I touch it and pushes back against me, moaning as she sinks her head onto her bent arms.

My cock gets swallowed up with each and every roll of my hips. I move faster, knowing I’m on the edge, but I want her to come one more time. Lucky for me, she explodes as our skin slaps together and I pull out, holding my cock with one hand and squirt my release all over her back. I’ve never heard myself moan like a fucking bitch but moan I do.

This woman is going to give me a heart attack.

I should make her clean me up with her tongue, nevertheless I’ve probably done enough damage for one date. Instead, I pull her backwards and wash my cum off her, and then she leans back into my chest as I kiss the top of her head.

“So, how does this rate as a first date?” I quip.

I feel her laugh beneath me, it’s such a sweet sound. “I’d rate you eleven out of ten, Mr. Medici.”

It’s music to my ears as the warm water cascades over us, and I feel my chest jolt with satisfaction.

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Hours later, after Rayne has left, the phone in my office at Fortress rings.

Dante’s calling me.

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