Page 129 of Kings & Corruption

“Not anymore. Okay, I’m still a little drunk,” I amended, my voice steady. “But I know what I want. I want you.”

He stared down at me for a long moment, then crushed me back onto the bed with a groan. He stretched his body out over mine, the weight heavenly as his mouth crashed onto mine.

I moaned and wrapped my legs around his hips, the fabric of his pants weirdly sexy against my inner thighs as I opened my mouth to him.

We’d had more than a few kisses over the past five weeks, more than a fewhotkisses, but none of them held a candle to this one. It was full of raw hunger, his mouth frenzied and demanding as he closed a possessive hand around my throat.

His dick was big and hard, pressing against my pussy through his pants, lighting my core on fire while his tongue stoked the flame. I was more than up for it, and I met every sweep of his tongue with one of my own, letting my hands trace over the hard plane of his back and down to his tight ass.

And he was doing his own exploring. He loosened his hold on my throat and closed it over one of my tits, half-exposed in the slinky gold dress.

“Too many clothes,” he growled. He rose onto his knees and took the dress in both hands while I looked up at him through a haze of desire. I heard the rip of the fabric, felt the air of the room on my exposed flesh as he tore the dress from my body.

“I liked that dress,” I said, only half caring that he’d destroyed it in his hurry.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he said, grabbing ahold of my black thong underwear and tearing them off with a tug.

Now I was really turned on, and I sat up in bed to unfasten the buttons on his shirt. He tore it off himself, sending buttons flying while I worked the zipper on his pants.

His dick sprang free, long and magnificently hard. I wrapped my hand around it and he hissed with pleasure before kicking off his pants.

A lot of the things I’d done with Oscar lived in infamy in my own mind — getting off in the projector room at the Orpheum and letting him eat me out while I sprawled on the pictures he’d taken of me came to mind.

But being completely naked with Oscar Drago in bed was bliss on a different level. I sighed as he lay on top of me, then laughed when he cupped my ass to get me to scoot farther up onto the mattress.

“That’s some booty scoop you’ve got there, Mr. Drago,” I panted.

“Just an appetizer,” he said, wedging himself between my thighs. “I can’t wait to squeeze your glorious ass while I fuck you.”

The words were a lightning bolt of heat to my cunt, and I reached down and took his pierced dick in my hand while he crushed my lips under his in a blistering kiss. He was like a deranged animal, his hands roaming my body like he wanted to be sure I was real while his tongue staked a claim on my mouth.

His shaft was velvety, the piercings at the base and tip smooth and cool in comparison to his hot skin.

“Did they hurt?” I asked between kisses.

“Pain is just weakness leaving the body,” he said, kissing his way down my neck.

“Are you quoting a Nike ad right before you fuck me?”

He dropped his head against my chest and laughed. “I’ve never done this before.”

“You’re a virgin?” I was kidding, obviously. If Oscar was a virgin I was Miley Cyrus.

He snorted. “I’ve never laughed in bed. Not in a good way anyway.”

Now I was the one who laughed. “I’m happy to be your first… something,” I said, running my fingertip over the moisture beading the tip of his cock.

“Don’t worry, tiger. You’re going to be my first for a lot of things.”

I didn’t know what that meant, but he sounded serious.

“Will it hurt?” I asked, playing with the two barbells that formed an X at the tip of his dick. I wasn’t really scared — I was too desperate for that — but I was curious.

His laughter was dark. “More like hurt so good.”

My pussy, already pulsing with need, clenched tighter in anticipation.

He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked while he slid a hand between our bodies. I sighed when he slipped two fingers inside me and stroked my clit with his thumb.

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