Page 67 of Kings & Corruption

He plowed into me, shoving me back against the glass of the projector room, his mouth closing over my mine while his hands snaked into my hair.

He dove into my mouth, the smooth metal of his stud sliding against my tongue as he twisted his hand in my hair, yanking my head back to take the kiss deeper. He was already hard, his dick pressed against my stomach, and I whimpered into his mouth as his hands traveled down my neck and over my chest until he found the hem of my cropped T-shirt.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to lift it, exposing my boobs, because I was on fire for him. The part of my brain that should have objected — that would no doubt give me a nice long lecture tomorrow — had officially left the building. At that moment, there was literally nothing in the world I wanted more than Oscar Drago’s mouth on my tits and his cock in my cunt.

He complied a second later — on the first one at least — tearing his lips from mine and yanking down the cups of my bra, which was right about the time I realized I was up against the glass.

“We can’t,” I said. “The window…”

“It’s tinted,” he muttered. “No one can see a thing.”

It was all I needed to hear. My head dropped back against the glass as he closed his mouth around one of my pebbled nipples, using one of his free hands to tease the other one between his fingers.

I moaned long and low as the smooth metal of his tongue and lip piercings warred for attention with the suppleness of his lips. The contrast against my skin was so erotically charged I could already feel the orgasm building in my pussy, helped along by the fact that Oscar’s thick cock was pressed against my thigh, a reminder that he was only inches from being inside me.

He scraped his teeth lightly over my nipple, then sucked hard to draw it into his mouth. I gasped with pleasure and he slid a hand into the waistband of my jeans. The heat of his palm against my hairless pussy sent a shudder of greedy need through my body, and a second later I sighed as he sank his finger inside me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he murmured, lifting his face to mine. His breath was a whisper against my cheek, his eyes glazed with the same mindless hunger roaring through my veins. “I knew you would be.”

His finger was working magic on my pussy, his thumb making rhythmic circles around my clit. I was desperate for more skin on skin contact, and I reached for the button on his jeans, ready to feel his dick in my hand.

He grabbed my wrist. “Not this time, tiger.”

“I want to feel you,” I demanded. “I want you to fuck me.”

A low chuckle rumbled from his mouth. “I’m going to take my time the first time I fuck you. It’s not happening like this. Just enjoy it. Let me watch you come.”

I should have been disappointed. Instead, it was like I’d been granted a permission slip, and I rocked my hips to the rhythm of his finger moving in and out of my soaking pussy, seeking the friction of his thumb against my clit, climbing toward the promise of release.

I thought it was as good as it could get until he added another finger to the one already inside me, his thumb still working my clit.

I closed my eyes and rode his hand, letting the pressure build at the center of my body.

“Good girl,” Oscar coached, adding a third finger to the two already occupying my pussy. “Now come for me.”

The words released the last of what little control I had left. I camehard, my pussy clamping around his fingers, my body shuddering as the waves of my orgasm washed over me again and again.

A string of filthy words erupted in my head.

Or were they actually coming from my mouth?

I might have said he was so fucking good. I might have said I’d kill him if he stopped. I might even have told him I was going to suck his cock next time.

I wasn’t quite sure what was in my head and what I actually said out loud. All I knew was that I was out of my mind, drunk on pleasure, every filter I’d cultivated to keep Oscar Drago at bay obliterated by the ecstasy rolling through my body.

I came to with my head against the glass, Oscar dropping kisses on my jawline.

I slowly opened my eyes as I became aware of what had just happened. I’d let Oscar Drago finger me into oblivion in the projector room of the Orpheum, and I’d made absolutely no secret about the fact that he’d rocked my world with nothing but his mouth and his fingers.

I felt the vibration of his knowing chuckle through my own chest. “Don’t start regretting it yet.”

Dammit. How did this fucking guy know me that well already?

“I’m not,” I lied. Well, it wasn’t totally a lie. A girl would have to be crazy to regret such a mind-blowing orgasm. It was the stuff that went along with it I was worried about.

He kissed me on the lips. “Give me a sec.”

The music was still thumping in the theater below, and I watched while he searched the room for something. A few seconds later, he came up with a roll of those hard brown paper towels used in public bathrooms.

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