Chapter 7 Chapter Seven
KING’S POV - 7
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
My answer is obviously the last thing she wants to hear, fuck, it’s the last thing I want to say too but I’m not here for this. I’m on this island for personal business not to fuck my time away with any willing body looking to use me to chase her demons away and I never mix business with pleasure as a personal rule. So why is it so hard to turn her plea down? Why do I actually want to take her up on that offer and cure her of her innocent school girl crush on the resident bad boy with a long, hard, mindless fuck.
“I do and I’m asking you for it.”
Her voice is low like she’s not quite sure she’ll survive hearing herself say these words louder and she’s staring at me like a puppy that needs to be loved down bad. Tempting.
“I’m not asking you to love me, I’m asking you to fuck me so I can forget my problems. I’m asking you to be my vice.”
When she puts it like that, begs for me like that? It’s damn near impossible to say no. I need the distraction too and it’s been a while since I’ve allowed myself the pleasure of burying my cock in the sweet wetness of a woman, it’s been forever since I’ve caved into enjoying the warmth of any woman. Maybe this once won’t hurt anything. I can make it work to suit us both.
She wants a good guy that can do bad things to her, I can play that.
“Are you sure?” I ask, begging her silently to say no, to draw back now while she still can and free me of this torment of deciding what to do with a broken, little thing like herself.
“Yeah.”
It’s a single word, but it means everything.
Leaning over her in one lazy move, I watch her eyes light up with anticipation and excitement and something more intangible but very dominant.
“No strings attached…” She whispers, snaking her arms around my neck, one of her hands teasing the hair at my nape lightly.
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, bambino.”
That’s the last thing that leaves my mouth before I cover her sweet, succulent, pouty lips with mine, tasting her hunger, feeling her need for me blend with mine, pushing me to give her more. Her lips part under mine, her essence drawing me deeper until I’m eating her mouth out, devouring her taste.
She gives back as much as she’s given, her tongue dueling with mine for dominance like she’s been practicing for this moment forever. Her soft moans reverberates through me, going straight to my cock and making it so hard it’s almost painful.
I want to be inside her, scratch that, I fucking need to be inside her now but it’s been so long I don’t know how long I’ll last with her. And her satisfaction cones first not later. Ignoring my aching cock fighting its restraint, I kiss from her lips down to her neck, enjoying the shivers going down her body at my every touch. Was she ever even touched in her relationship or was it one of those wait till marriage thingy that blew up in her face?
Pausing me for a second, she swiftly draws her shirt over her head, tossing it and leaving her perfect, rounded breast for my eyes to feed on and for my taking. I knew she was trouble when I’d had to take care of her through the night with her incessant flirting and compliments that stroked my ego and it was why I’d decided to stay the fuck away from her.
Yet here I am, taking everything she’s offering, wanting more with every taste.
“Don’t be to gentle with me.” She whispers into my ear, biting gently on my earlobe and releasing it with a popping sound.
Groaning, I cup her breast roughly in my palm, squeezing down, her rosy nipples begging for my mouth. Without any hesitation, I bend and take one of them into my mouth, suckling and biting it until she’s thrashing under me, my fingers playing with her clit through her flimsy shorts.
“Fuckkkk.” She moans against my head, hugging me to her and chanting it like a song. “I need you inside me now, please.”
Obliging her, I get rid of her shorts and the cute panties that had put ideas into my head when I’d walked in earlier, mindful of her leg. I don’t want to make it worse in the heat of the moment.
Returning back to her mouth, I French kiss the shit out of her , tongue and all, until she’s begging me to do something to quench the ache in between her legs. I like how needy she is for me, it’s heady and that’s some surprising bullshit because if there’s one thing I hate in my women it’s exactly that.
Positioning my hand between her legs, I push my fingers against her bare pussy, her wetness greeting me instantly. Once again, I have to fight myself to keep from sliding inside her the way she’s begging for it. I’ll hurt her if I try. I’m not a gentleman when I lose my head and my kind of rough I doubt she can take right now. Especially not with the sprain in her leg.
I tease her clit with my fingers, rubbing the raw bundle of nerves until she’s a squirming, blubbering mess and then I shove two fingers inside her, thrusting them in and out of her in a tempo that matches her need. I suckle harder on her breasts, leaving my mark on them and then suckling her nipples so hard I feel her walls clamping down on my fingers, a warning that she’s close to the edge.
“That’s my good girl.”
She doesn’t last from there, my compliment tumbling her over the edge into her climax and I watch her come apart beautifully in my arms. Her climax is messy, her body jerking and cording as she screams fuck over and over again but I love watching how messy it is.
And just when she starts to calm, to climb down from the high of cumming, I pull down my shorts and briefs and thrust myself into her in one go. She feels good, almost too good, like her body was made for mine.
“Oh God…..fuck.”
Those little sounds spur me on, shattering my control over this, over us. I thrust mindlessly into her welcoming warmth, driving selfishly for my own climax. It’s been so long, way too long and my body is too eager like a teenage boy’s on his first time with his long time crush.
Ramming into her furiously, I last two more strokes before I cum, releasing hard inside her. I smirk when I noticed she came again, together with me this time. Her spent body lay on the bed, looking like a dream. Her hair is sprawled across the pillow, her closed eyes damp with tears. My finger and lip prints on her breasts and her hip where I’d held onto it in the last crazy minute stare back at me like a fucking work of art.
“Thank you.” She whispers in my ear as I fall next to her on the bed and I know in that moment that this won’t be the last time I do this. She has me where she wants me and I’m not very sure I like it but right now, I’m content like this.