Page 40 of We End With Us

King releases an animalistic grunt and I dive back into the kiss, attacking his mouth. I shudder with need and clutch his hair between my fingers.

“Oh, God. Fuck.” I throw my head back groaning.

“I’m gonna—fuck.” I gasp, King pumps me faster. “Oh fuck, King. I’m gonna—”

I grunt and hiss as my cum shoots between us in forceful spurts, coating his hand and my stomach.

I expect him to freak out, realize he’s made a huge fucking mistake but instead, he lifts his hand, licking the remnants of me from his hand.

My eyes widen watching him.

King growls then carries me across the room, throwing me to his bed, ripping his jeans and boxers down, he climbs across the bed and over me straddling my hips before leaning down and crashing his lips to mine.

“My turn,” he hisses.

My cock comes back to life watching him move down my body, I almost come again when King’s lips wrap around my shaft.

Fucking—fuck. My eyes roll to the back of my head when he takes me deep. His tongue swirling around my cock causes my back to arch off the bed as I watch him hollow out his cheeks and suck.

Holy fuck.

King moves down, flipping me completely before moving back up biting the back of my thigh and then my ass cheek before his hand comes down smacking across the skin. Lifting my hips, he moves across me grabbing lube from his drawer.

Leaning down he whispers in my ear, “I’m going to fucking own you.” Smearing his lube-covered fingers over my asshole, I hiss when he pushes two fingers inside me, but find my ass pushing back toward him. King isn’t being gentle, but fuck I don’t care, I need him inside me like right the fuck now.

Hearing King open the lube bottle again he removes his fingers, coating my ass with more. Pushing my upper body into the mattress, King plants his hands on either side of my ass cheeks and spreads them apart. Sliding his cock through the crease of my ass I moan into the bedding as he continues to torture me.

“King.” I moan his name into the mattress pushing my ass back against him. He slams forward, sliding deep inside me, a wild grunt ripping from my throat as he fills me. With every mind-bending thrust, I push back against him, taking more of his cock.

My head is buzzing as King’s hips snap forward, gripping my hips as he plunges his cock as deep as it will go then pulls back out only to plunge back in again. My breathing is erratic as King sets a rhythm, his balls slapping against me as he slams into me.

“Fuck,” I moan, turning my head and panting between each thrust.

“That’s it, baby, come for me again.” King grunts, slapping my ass—hard.

“Y-yes. Fuck. Oh God, King.” I hiss. King moans as he sinks into me.

“Harder,” I groan out. King obliges slamming into me harder with every goddamn stroke.

King’s cock plunges inside and before I can stop it, I whimper as my cum shoots out coating the bedding underneath me.

King groans and then I feel his load shoot inside me, filling me.

“Fuuccckk,” he grunts.

We’re both panting, covered in cum, whose I don't even know anymore.

King leans forward, skimming his lips over my jawline, baring his teeth to nip at me before sucking on my neck. Fuck that was incredible.

King lies with me and too afraid to move, I lie with him unable to speak as I suck in air to my lungs.

Come tomorrow I know he’ll regret it, then I’ll have to go back to hating him because I can’t fall for him. No, I can’t, loving King is too much.

I’ve satoutside Nova’s house for hours. After taking over from Bass, I’d told him not to send one of the others until morning. I don’t sleep so it only seemed right that I stay.

She turned the light off over an hour ago, but I’m antsy and I can’t just sit here anymore.

Fuck, why did we let her leave?

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