Page 31 of Kings & Chaos

Then he slid a finger, slippery from my juices, inside my now less-resistant ass.

It was like a bomb detonating inside of my body.

A fucking pleasure bomb.

I came hard against his face, crying out with a string of possibly incoherent dirty words that only seemed to make me come harder as he fucked my pussy and ass with his fingers and lapped at my clit.

When it was over, I was panting, lying back against the towel Rock had placed behind me and looking up at the stars in the night sky.

I looked down and found Rock grinning, his cock clearly ready for its turn at the amusement park.

“It’s so fucking fun making you come,” he said.

I propped myself up on one forearm and reached between us to take his dick in my hand. His cock was magnificent, long and thick, perfectly formed, the skin stretched tight like velvet over steel.

He was kneeling on the hot tub bench, giving me a stellar view of his body, and I realized it was the closest I’d come to seeing him naked. All our sexual encounters had been hurried and in public, and he’d been wearing jeans and a T-shirt the time he’d jerked off while watching Oscar fuck me in the gym.

And I have to say, I had been missing out. Because shaggy, surfer-boy Rock in clothes was always yummy, but naked Rock, hair wet from the hot tub, sculpted body glistening with water droplets?

Well, he was fucking perfection.

Someone clearly did a lot more working out than he let on, and while Oscar’s pierced, tattooed body was always a turn-on, there was something just as hot about the smooth expanse of Rock’s tanned skin, unmarked by metal or ink other than the Kings’ crown-and-snake tattoo on his forearm.

I sat up and moved to take him in my mouth, stroking his thick shaft while I looked up at him, but he just groaned and pulled my hand away from his dick.

“Eating your pussy has me on fire, kitten. I need to be inside you.”

I wasn’t going to complain. “Condom?”

“Under the towels,” he said, running his fingers through my folds and up to my clit, still sensitive from the recent orgasm.

“You dirty dog,” I said.

“Let’s just say I was feeling optimistic about my chances.”

“Optimistic?” I said, tearing open a foil packet. “It’s about fucking time.”

He shrugged. “Wanted you to be ready.”

“Breaking news,” I said, rolling the condom over his shaft. “I’m ready.”

He flashed me one of his trademark grins. “I kind of got that when you were coming on my face.”

I leaned back, and he reached under my knees and pulled me even closer to the edge of the hot tub, the towel under my ass protecting my bare skin from the patio.

He ran his cock from one end of my cunt to the other, getting the tip of the condom wet, then positioned himself at my entrance. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to be inside you.”

He pushed in slowly, watching my face the whole time, and I gasped at the drawn-out pleasure of it.

“Fuck…” I breathed when he was fully seated inside me.

“My thoughts exactly,” he groaned.

He reached down to grab my ankles, then set them on the edge of the hot tub so my knees were bent, my thighs wide open while he was inside.

The position allowed him to sink even deeper into me, and I felt the rub of his base against my clit.

“Jesus,” I said.

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