Page 37 of Sinister Legacy
I replay his video clip too many times, watching his tattooed, veiny hand move harshly over his dick. I have never touched a man so savagely. But it doesn’t surprise me that King likes it rough as hell.
I’ve experienced it firsthand.
King: I’m imagining you on all fours, looking at me over your shoulder with that lust in your eyes while you pretend you’re scared.
My hand dips inside my panties. I’m so sore, I can barely touch myself.
King: I know you’re fucking that sweet pussy, baby.
I inch a single finger inside my sore channel, unable to take anymore.
Keira: So, what if I am?
King: Fuck… you drive me insane.
I bite my lip as the pleasure builds in my core. Sliding my finger back out, I rub my clit, imagining King.
Keira: I want you to lick my pussy.
King: Maybe if you’re a good girl, and I’d say you’re a very bad fucking girl since you’re hiding from me.
Keira: You’ve never licked me before. Why?
Before he can reply, I type out another message to lure his monster closer to the surface.
Keira: Liam licks me. He loves it when I come on his tongue.
King: Careful, baby. You don’t want to play that game with me.
I bite back a moan, rubbing myself harder. The orgasm is so close that I can taste it on my tongue.
Keira: I’m at his place now. I’m gonna give him a nice little wake-up call with my pussy on his face. Bye, King.
Before I can dim the screen, his reply pops up on the screen.
King: You’re lying. Guess how I know?
Another video recording pops up on the screen. I click on it faster than I would like to admit.
Rubbing my clit, I watch King come all over my bedsheets. It pushes me over the edge, and I bite down on my hand as the orgasm stiffens every muscle in my body.
Despite my best efforts, a whimper slips out.
King: Did you bite your hand so hard you bled?
Wait. What?Ice runs through my veins. My eyes fly up to the window just in time to watch his shadow step out from behind the curtains. He’s on me before I’ve had a chance to make a noise. With his leather-gloved hand over my mouth, he puts a finger over his lips. His brown eyes glint in the dark.
I stay silent while my heart thrums wildly in my chest. If Cassie wakes up now, I’m screwed.
King sees the fear in my eyes, and a sinful smirk curves his lips as he lowers his finger from his mouth. It disappears between our bodies, and he drags it through my sore, soaking slit. His grip tightens on my mouth and I begin to pant through my nostrils.
My eyes tear up from the delicious sting when he slides two gloved fingers inside me. I’m sure my heart is about to explode as he finger-fucks me until tears seep from the corners of my eyes.
“Did you really think you could hide from me?” he whispers, scissoring his fingers.
My eyes roll back. I’m about to come again, but he wrenches his digits out of me, then shifts down the bed. His hot mouth is on me in the next second, and I press both of my hands over my lips.
Holy shit!
